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I don't know what it is,
But I know that I want it
So you can go ahead and point your fingers,
But at least I can admit it
Say what you want,
Sticks and stones
You'll never see,
But it's everything to me
So what if it'll be a long journey,
At least I'm making something of myself
Copyright © Jesse Artley | Year Posted 2007
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