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Mar 2014
Don’t you hear what im trying to say
Ive scrapped the last of it today
Now shes weary, its time to lay
She insists, she needs to stay
Nay, don’t you see the knife has sunken dear
Cmon pack your bags into that trunk, youre up to steer
**** **** **** **** ****
I don’t even want a buck
I don’t even want a buck!
…… I do…….I do………….
I want it alllll
Every last of you
Did you know I would throw this fit
Thanks, you held for a bit
You  don’t hear me
You don’t hear it
Im leaving dear, please stay near
Anxiety is what I fear
Written by
nathalia gonzo
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