The days of I am are over
let others worry on that
I just want to be
Time for me to walk fields of clover
I've stopped caring about my hat
'Cause long ago I've learned no one sees me
My mind aint ever been more sober
Done opening up the latch
Alone in my thoughts I've just found the key
Look we all got a number
Aint we all just a bunch of rats
But that don't mean there's no glee
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