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Sep 2013
I can't afford a thing
And nothing but trouble will it bring
When I can't afford my car
Imagine that I'll get far
Or can't pay the hospital
That help me set up principle
It'll be a nice little thank you
Guess my doubts are true
Maybe I can't get a job
I should probably just hit the ****
And disappear for a little while
Make these thoughts less vile
With a bit of heavy breathing
And a lil less needing
To be confined
I've tried
To be happy and real
But it's hard to feel
Like a lie
Chad White
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Chad White  Knotts Island
(Knotts Island)   
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