This year I’ll make my own decisions. Cross the Mississippi and take the northwest passage to your state. I’ll realize the east coast is where my heart will die. Why can't I sing the songs my father held so dear? When you chant our name you'll hear the minor key. I will go. I will go. I will go. The east coast is where my heart will die. I will survive.
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