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Still Waiting For That Dog To Bark,
On The Verge Of A Different Day.
But Could I Stand On A Different Ground?
Could I Stand On A Different Ground?
Could I Stay In A Different Cage?
For Days I’m Running,
And Then I Step Out Of The Wheel.
Said We Knocked, But You Didn’t Hear Me.
Got A Mission And My Blood’s Boiling.
Got A Mission And My Blood’s Boiling.
Could I Stay In A Different Cage?
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Sunday 26th May 2019 3:34 am
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