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Trying to clear my mind Put on a show for the adults Its your uncle's celebratory bar tending fund raiser First, I look up to find the vultures who stole you, My little goose So bright Swooped up by claws Bound for America They keep you locked in a cage Watching your every move Depriving you Threatening you My goose, my first friend, Once happy near the crab apple tree Now broken and abused in solitary I am the only one who knows Second, I shake hands with the drunken politician spewing words at me:   "Play a lot of golf because when you are a business man you make a lot of money, that's the name of the game" I am sure he said the same thing to his daughter Who was also stolen from her country Her slanted eyes always painted half silver, half black Knowing people will remember her Rewards to her Floating through crowds at concerts Traveling the world I'd like to strangle men like him I'd rather die than get a job, be a business man and make money Third, I see the familiar face of a man who I've known most of my life The space between his nose and mouth reminds me of your's I've always looked up to him Mainly because he is a runner He fixes my cars and probably plays guitars "Did you hear about Maxx's dad?" Poor Maxx, broken minded Head not ******* on right Throwing fits Playing with gems in stalls Never polite No amount of crystal rock will replace his loving father
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
The Night I Found Out How Much You Cared For Me (Part 1: Adults)
Trying to clear my mind Put on a show for the adults Its your uncle's celebratory bar tending fund raiser First, I look up to find the vultures who stole you, My little goose So bright Swooped up by claws Bound for America They keep you locked in a cage Watching your every move Depriving you Threatening you My goose, my first friend, Once happy near the crab apple tree Now broken and abused in solitary I am the only one who knows Second, I shake hands with the drunken politician spewing words at me:   "Play a lot of golf because when you are a business man you make a lot of money, that's the name of the game" I am sure he said the same thing to his daughter Who was also stolen from her country Her slanted eyes always painted half silver, half black Knowing people will remember her Rewards to her Floating through crowds at concerts Traveling the world I'd like to strangle men like him I'd rather die than get a job, be a business man and make money Third, I see the familiar face of a man who I've known most of my life The space between his nose and mouth reminds me of your's I've always looked up to him Mainly because he is a runner He fixes my cars and probably plays guitars "Did you hear about Maxx's dad?" Poor Maxx, broken minded Head not ******* on right Throwing fits Playing with gems in stalls Never polite No amount of crystal rock will replace his loving father
In another life One without wild dogs or mountain falls I would want you there with me
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
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