Young, and Wild, and Free
You used to keep me outta trouble.
Keep me n a little bubble.
Always watching my back
to be sure I didn't lack.
Kept me on a path.
Now Im walking out in the grass.
Trying to do me,
whoever that may be.
But until I figure it out,
I guess I'll just live
young and wild and free...
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