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Toy Story

Used to stand against that board, my weapons were all strapped

I’d wait in plastic, for a time to be unwrapped

A long time ago, but I’ll never forget that day

I almost gave up, but the waiting went away

He ripped open my packaging, and that’s when we began

We beat up all the enemies, even the new ones in the van

We could battle all day long, it never got old

The plan was going smoothly, taking over the world

As the years went on, the playing would not last

But now for some odd reason, the fighting’s in the past

I’m put in a box, with other who aren’t friends

They’re all still afraid of me so they all pretend

Were dragged out to the garage, and put in a pail

Our biggest fears came true, were all up for sale

I don’t understand what happened, to all the times we played

I guess I’ll be ok, the pain will soon fade

A father picks be up, and hands me to his boy

This feeling is familiar bring someone joy

Get in the backseat of my new owners car

I look out the window; my old home is so far

I wonder where were they’ll take me, where I’m gonna go

I guess this is my life, my name is G.I. Joe

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max-chisholm
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Jul 13, 2010
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