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Day, night, it doesn't mater Only the sky is my saveour The sky heals my cuts The sky regarges me after the usuall breakdown The sky cures my panic The sky can not judge me The sky can not interrupt me
There’s 7 billion 46 million people on the planetAnd most of us have the audacity to think we matterHey, you hear the one about the comedian who croaked?Someone stabbed him in the heart, just a little poke
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