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sittin on the front porch lookin at the scenery
lookin at the dogs, the streets and trees
lookin inward, I'm lookin at me
just another shitty dude with low self esteem
i'm comin to realize that we can't all be free
but I believe I'd be happy with you next to me
thinkin about the church that I used to visit
wonderin what happened to the kids that were in it
did they grow up to accomplish there dreams
or did they become as fucked up as me
and I ain't spoke to the old man in years
I never listened, but he always had ears
drove by the school on my way home
never did that playground seem so alone
thinkin bout the friends that passed through those halls
memories formed inside those walls
its the place where I learned to be free
simply content, with slides and a swing
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