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Jul 2011
When your asked to the nastiest ball
And all you want to do is fall
Where mother can't help you out
And your soul heavy like a stout
Take to the streets which are dreary n' beat
Take the road un-wandered n' ponder
What you'd be like without you and me
To help this worries is to make me feel sorry
For' the afternoon we spent together was meant
To hold up for an hours worth of eternity
I mentioned that letter you sent the other day
To a friend that hadn't seen in a thousand years
We spoke about the joke you read in some book
And giggled the night off feeling like crooks
Our heads are heavy with the weight of this world
My feet are soggy from this world's bitter game
All this repetition is starting to get the better of me
The mind is struggling to get the body to believe
Now when I get around to start loving again
And I can raise my head without much restrain
Take my case as that lily blue flower vase
Shines in the morning sun light and hits your face
We could walk for hours as these drunken cowards
Wash away their souls for the Devil has foretold
But me no better with no job just a feather
A lick for the rest of time but don't nickel and dime
Born again born anew born to see the frothing croon
Waits waited but drank too much
His fingers ain't broken he's just getting some lunch
These rattling rips come from a place not of time
This brain ain't mine and it ain't that much fun
A prisoner of the classroom a prisoner in full bloom
Turn to terror and you'll burn just like the bun
Bout round this time people roam in from nowhere n' bored
Heart with her is a thing shared to the nearest core
Ask me the name of a foreign diplomat that knows his math
And I'll ask you to leave with your hat gripped to your back
Written by
Mitchell
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   Samuel
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