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I keep waiting for news that my body will tell you've been paying your dues but we still have to sell please, there's life yet to use sorry, next stop is hell I keep waiting for news to dispel I don't want to go there where so many have gone just pretend I'm not here and let's just carry on I'll be quiet I swear sorry, time's overdrawn but I don't want to go there begone! I don't want to get sick I don't want to look old there's no buckets to kick there's no streets paved with gold look you skeletal ***** take your scythe hit the road cuz I don't want to die sick scared and cold! ©2013 Lyn
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC
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I keep waiting for news that my body will tell you've been paying your dues but we still have to sell please, there's life yet to use sorry, next stop is hell I keep waiting for news to dispel I don't want to go there where so many have gone just pretend I'm not here and let's just carry on I'll be quiet I swear sorry, time's overdrawn but I don't want to go there begone! I don't want to get sick I don't want to look old there's no buckets to kick there's no streets paved with gold look you skeletal ***** take your scythe hit the road cuz I don't want to die sick scared and cold! ©2013 Lyn
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Nov 7, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC
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