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I'll fly by the seat of my pants, no air fields I'll need or want to touch down on. I'd rather be traveling solo, no road is long enough for me to return by. Sea side, a sack full of shells for no love. In line a mouth full of dirt I grew up on. Up s

you are could i? - king creosote i could be fun, i could be glum i could be long, i could be submissive i could be wrong i could be foul, i could be loud i could be proud, i could be insistant i could become are you there, are you square are you fair