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Struggling

It’s those heathen motherfuckers Who have life so nice and easy They go and find their broken lovers But all I find is love broken in pieces So what makes my life so damn hard, And theirs such a fucking breeze? I work so hard to play my part And they get stoned in blissful peace I’ll never have a sinner’s heart But sometimes I can’t swim these seas Though their soul is falling apart Sometimes my mind needs that release
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Nov 28, 2011
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