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Compromise Happiness.

Hurry, before apathy is at your feet,

And you're a cold soul to the radio, but not for long.

I'm shoulder deep in bad intentions, but I’ve paid to play,

And now I’ll play with those who have the most to say,

 

But I don't really want to sit here anymore,

And listen to your failed attempts at a metaphor...

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Written by
mark-boucher
American
Published
Dec 11, 2012
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6·60
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I hate to see you go..

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