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I travel with a lungful of music, doesnât weigh a thing / reedâs built in, breathe through it every time I sing / and I got pockets fulla my own hands, head fulla back-up plans / temper walks beside me, a gift I guess from my old man / History: lines on my face / Future: lines on my p.
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