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Oct 2014
Got my head buried in the ground
my feet are stuck in the clouds.
My boots are kickin' but that's no way to get out.

Deep in this hole i'm in, feet peddlin',
can't see through all this ground.

Looks like I'm stickin' around.

Don't wanna be round here
would rather be there (where?) anywhere.
Don't wanna be where folks are all the same,
oh god guys just forget my name.

This methland midwest community,
it ain't as bad as i make it out to be.
Perhaps the problem is at least a little me.

Or maybe it isn't.
Maybe this blackhole is bad luck.
Or maybe... ah who gives a ****.

Don't wanna be round here
would rather be there (where?) anywhere.
Don't wanna be where folks are all the same,
oh god I hope i forget this place's name.

Half the roads are closed,
even detours,
the rest are filled with potholes.

That's okay.
My sense of direction ***** anyways.


Don't wanna be round here
would rather be there (where?) anywhere.
Don't wanna be where folks are all the same,
oh God, i wish it were easier to forget.
Written by
Jack Gladstone  here and there
(here and there)   
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