Classic Breath - me as model
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--On my way to hell--The road was bright and beautiful, Its end I could see as clear as day. I turned and left Because life down low Was my home to be. People loved, sang and dance. I was never one of them. I opened my eyes and saw, I never understood their way of life. I didnt know why, Nor would I learn, I just didnt fit.--On my way to hell--
Down here I had friends, Friends you couldn't see, Im free to wonder And free without questions. Without music its dull. My ears need noise. Light has sound, but doesnt hear. I need n
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"The inmates are running the Asylum"
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