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I had a Kids Bop 5 blasting in my own CD player Watching crayons melt into the black leather of mama's Infiniti And Orange Crush from 7/11 was about the only reason I would put my shoes back on.
I start to walk and see tears in people's eyes I can not breathe and start to cry. Every breath, the air gets thinner And ever step just gets bigger. Are they tears of joy, or tears of sorrow?
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