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I met my maker, I made him cry
And on my shoulder he asked me why His people wont fly through the storm, I said listen up man, they dont even know youre born. |
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I met my maker, I made him cry
And on my shoulder he asked me why His people wont fly through the storm, I said listen up man, they dont even know youre born. |
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