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Frying pan to fire, Escape into a trap, Of course the grass is greener, 'til you stop and lay your hat. She monitors your phonecalls and every move you make - You will always say it's greener In your prison with no break.
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
Ensnared
Frying pan to fire, Escape into a trap, Of course the grass is greener, 'til you stop and lay your hat. She monitors your phonecalls and every move you make - You will always say it's greener In your prison with no break.
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
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