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Why is a question
That every heart make someday But mine can't It knows that I Can't give it an answer It knows that I'll be happy If it will keep all for itself. I don't want question about what I do Cause it's my life And it is the truth. I don't want a nanny Who can tell me what is right I don't want a map To the way i should go. I know what is good I know what is right If that thing is stupid I don't want you to tell me Something about my life I want everybody to let me find A better place And a better LIFE
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