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Free From everything I used to be Re-writing my history Picture by picture I’m finding me I’m alright My hair plain brown, my face aged with time
You were a bird Free, fragile He was a vulture Cruel, devious You were a storm Somber, dark
I am flawless. I am so flawless...you could say that I am lawless. My feet sweep the streets and keep the people who act aweless. From being in my presence.