If I don't have a care in this world, with the most bitter of experiences, the smells of decayed, dirty and the ravishing, I will be carefree like the wind
I will join Devil on his voyage
Battle the treacherous seas the God always have in store for us
I will be with a man who rob banks
Fleeing on the moors, always hidden, never found
Like the rush of europium one felt while drinking beer
Spending every minute running,
Sleeping, smoking, dancing, singing
With all my might, with no regrets
That is if I don't have a care in this world
If heavens allows
If you hate me for this, I would curse you,
If you love me for this, I will thank you for your love
half-heartedly, as usual
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