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May 2014
Here for the now, don’t have a cow
Can’t always win, but sure can sin
Mention the stars, where are the bars?
Anxiety’s back, got an attack

Lookin’ for love, no help from above
Swing and a miss, went for the kiss
Gold don’t shine, at least when it’s mine
Writing for you? Nah, just what I do

Can’t help but think, get me a drink
Flow hot like a stream, turned into steam
Now for the here, shifted a gear
Not gonna lose, still want some *****

Havin’ some fun, not quite done
Gimme the grass, kiss my ***
**** that’s a crime, call it a rhyme
What can I say? I’m a little cliche
Written by
PB Ward
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