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Nobody Knows

Nobody knows what i can be
My options are open like branches on a tree
What choices i make, matters alot
I dont wanna be down the street, hiding from the cops
Like my granddaddy, i want to have a home
Some were to go, after work, a place to stay warm when its cold
nobody knows what i can be
nobody knows, not you or me!

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