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I don't mind from where I camebut I'd rather be on the hills of Saturnbut then I would get thirstyto feel I need to leave my friendsto always be the kind of manto try and love those kinds of handsI hope to not stick to my planand never bleed the pains of redif I tried to love simple thingsif I tried to love simple thingssometimessometimes I...sometimewhere are the back roadsthat goes to the gardenyou run from the rest of the citythat ends at the banks of the riverand sends it back to meand holds it back upback up when i'm looking From Letras Mania