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There are those days Where I would rather be              Anywhere else, or                       Doing anything else, or                                   Talking to anyone else. I'd rather ride the                     ancient            yellow          Schwinn         in the shed To the cemetery Pay my respects       to Baby Lanny And                think. I'd rather drive to            Chicago Stay by the Pier for a while, Drinking warm cocoa                 eating a hot dog. I'd rather stay in my room,                                      curled up under a blanket Reading and staring out the window. That's not how life works, unfortunately. So I have to take my                        responsibilities And wield them     with a                                       heavy                                             heart Waiting until a time Where I can        drive          to Chicago.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
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There are those days Where I would rather be              Anywhere else, or                       Doing anything else, or                                   Talking to anyone else. I'd rather ride the                     ancient            yellow          Schwinn         in the shed To the cemetery Pay my respects       to Baby Lanny And                think. I'd rather drive to            Chicago Stay by the Pier for a while, Drinking warm cocoa                 eating a hot dog. I'd rather stay in my room,                                      curled up under a blanket Reading and staring out the window. That's not how life works, unfortunately. So I have to take my                        responsibilities And wield them     with a                                       heavy                                             heart Waiting until a time Where I can        drive          to Chicago.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
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