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Home, I'm never gonna work the things that I could have done

Because I've done a lot of things I could have done better night, don't night and night

The breeze my glade

Oh

Because I fell in love and then I lost touch I dropped it and broke her heart

I drove off a cliff and I bellonist walking with her in the park

Just a selfish boy

I have not forgot that the food in a pot and cooking for a boy like me

I've been fighting all night with the dogs in the alley looking for a pony

I'm starving to death

I live a modest trouble with the hustle and then your bustle

You're payment on your house slate

If I ever have a problem like it

I guess I'll be in pretty good shape

You kiss my ass goodbye

When I feel a weirdo I see the ghost in a road and hailed lots of people beside

And now they're in the desert I could sit on up in heaven and the sun keeps setting for miles

And here comes another song

But then I take a peon and I need a piece of paper

I scribble on down the lines

And what you hear now is something I found

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