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Sep 2015
You tell me to have a little fun,
My parents tell me to run.
What do I do,
Where would I run to.
I just want to fall asleep,
I really don't care if I'm a sheep.
Just make the pain go away,
Make me forget about every day.
Written by
James
255
   NV
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