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Originally Posted by SteveDallas
Sometimes I want to leave.
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Sometimes I want to leave
Never again, for me to grieve
Alone I can wear my heart on my sleeve
It's all done for me and I want to believe
That I would not miss them, not for long
I'd use the free time and write a new song
I'm sure they would miss seeing me in my thong
Especially my wife, who'd be starving for dong.
So, I'll stay underneath the weight of my Id
That holds me inside the the box and amid
The circles and lines and inside bottled lid
The comfortable house with two wives and a kid.
err......two kids and a wife. fucking rhymes.