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I smoke cigarettes my life's full of regrets
But never that less I know that i'm blessed
Even though i'm stressed I see the world at its best
Speak to God before
Taking steps I hope that I never forget
My roots I hope that I stay true
And never fall into the shoes of a fool
A human with no beliefs is like pizza with no cheese
Nature with no trees
Open your eyes
It's simple need no
Degree!
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