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Shuffle can to can nobody really gives a damn For every living day I give myself a hand Mow 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 cannot 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 -chorus- 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 Cam you tell me honestly that youd want to be me Honestly From Letras Mania