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i'm just about sick to death of taking breath
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now, folks that know whats good for them are good at ignoring them
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i'm harrowed and abused and broken and persued
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follows me around
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my spirits burdened
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for taking air, for being here
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i look for my final release
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goodbye and i'll be moving on
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my immortal home
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safe and cold, no more desires
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or disturb my immaculate calm
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and the beasts of the soil
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the desperate seas
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and our substance will expand
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as part of everything my God
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and the wind will roll
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will sing
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California
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waving trees
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