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Nov 2013
I'm sick of living in a place with no stars
I'm tired of not sleeping at night, cause of all the cars
I don't want to caved in as my life passes by
All I want is my country side

I'm tired of hearing sally sells shells
I'm sick of keeping secrets I can never tell
I don't want to see anymore billboards with Ice Hot
I can't stand seeing the forest and lakes being replaced by lots

All I ever wanted was to flea
Back to my farm, is all I need
Breathing fresh air, owning real grass
I want to go fishing not shopping for bass

I'm sick of living in a place with no stars
I'm tired of not sleeping at night, cause of all the cars
I don't want to be caved in as my life passes by
All I want is my country side
RaNdOmPoEtRy
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