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Mar 2014
Look at me baby I'm crying I'm shaking
I'm losing my mind like your losing your patience
I'm too high to do what we do in
my basement, I said it, I'll say it again I cant take it!
You wanna hang but i'm too sick, insane,
and depressed to lock lips in the back of your Buick,
but please understand I'm a man not a new ****
Written by
James Thomas
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