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Dec 2014
Doppleganger, please let me go
release your grip on my poor soul
mother's calling you back home
please let me go.

We're living out a laymans dream
painting a paupers scheme
playing on the poor mans team
please let me go.

Terrible tyrants
taking asylum
inside my mind when
I am not home
Please please let me go.

I grow so tired
of feeeding this fire
if times werent so dire
then sleep I would desire.
Please lease let me go.
Lex Wippich
Written by
Lex Wippich  Summerside PEI
(Summerside PEI)   
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