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I take care of everyone and then some When will my turn come Will anyone ever take care of me They just float on the breeze The weight of the world is on my shoulders I'm getting wore out crawling over the boulders
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
Crawling Over Boulders
I take care of everyone and then some When will my turn come Will anyone ever take care of me They just float on the breeze The weight of the world is on my shoulders I'm getting wore out crawling over the boulders
Pauline_Morris
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
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