Shuffle can to can nobody really gives a damn For every living day I give myself a hand Now I'm scroungy as can be I got all you normals looking at me I'll scratch a hole in my life So everyone can see
My mind is a mind that I have come to know And my eyes can't conceive a world that can not grow And Fridays are always fresh days
Screamin' at the sun, don't really Know what he has done He don't believe in God and a world as one So he rambles through the weeds And he will sleep beneath the trees
On the day I die, Thank God my Soul will be released
I've seen all your eyes And I've seen all your faces Can you tell me honestly that you wanna be free Then look in my eyes I've been lots of places Can you tell me honestly that you'd want to be me Honestly
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