As if I could Arm Wrrestle with a slit wrist You better save me from myself My words are a fist I'm so through with me fighting for You You better Save
The days and nights you sit around wondering where can she be Hoping that she might appear, out of nowhere But you fail to see All the hurt inside,
You never had something nice to say Just crooked looks you always sent my way How was I supposed to waste anymore time? Close to the end, I take off
I know a man we call him poor boy Jones He's never been a 100 miles from home He's got a pretty good farm And a level head A heart of gold No satelite
You're not supposed to be human You're not supposed to really feel Not supposed to get involved With anything completely real Fifteen families starving
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