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Same prayer every night, Still seeing daylight. Why won't he take my hand, To the promised land. Don't wanna work, Hate paying them bills. No one to hold, Nothing to feel. This life is so empty, No time to **** I'm ready to pass, Make this day my last....
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
I'm Done
Same prayer every night, Still seeing daylight. Why won't he take my hand, To the promised land. Don't wanna work, Hate paying them bills. No one to hold, Nothing to feel. This life is so empty, No time to **** I'm ready to pass, Make this day my last....
paul-passero
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
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