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On my tracks, have been hiding, looking way too far back, all the way from year 1989, when life was like sun shine. But turned into hell, and now my head, it rang a bell. Looking back is being slave, looking now is being present, looking forward is paradise. I never lie. only when I feel pale, when I sit in "jail".
Being slave 2 my devil used too be hard, 'cause nobody teaches me 2 be grown up, only me.
So I turn twenty one. An I feel like I came on place nr 1.



grass was greenSpring Ive seen