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Ichicuts
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What I Do
My nights dreams are written with ice picks.
It seems a lot more days are getting their start like this.
So how do you wake up when a weight is on your chest,
fished out of little waters and thrown back into the big?
Hold out,
Keep down,
Monied days will abound.
I'm gonna do the next day just like i did the last,
Just feeling glad.
Cause most days are just about making do.
Why do you think I do what I do?
No days off, and the morning's pulled through a straw.
Monied days will abound, for now the morning's pulled right out.
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