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Aug 2016
I see you sitting there
with a thumb in your mouth
and you wonder why
the words wont come out

What goes up must come down
So push me around and around
this merry go round

Take me for granted
so I can pretend to do better
I promise I won't let you down

I've done the math
It's become habit
but I've never subtracted
If I'm the hat you're the rabbit
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what a waste
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