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She packed my bags last night pre-ride 
Zero hour one thirty p.m.
And I'm gonna be gone
with the wind by then
I miss the outside so much
I miss my life
It's lonely in hospital
On such a timeless stay in
And I think it's gonna
be a long long time
Since my wheels roll these streets
Till the wheels down brings up to find
I'm not the man that you think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm wheelchair man
Wheelchair man burning up my fuse
I'm here alone
A minority complex 
Ain't the kind of phase 
to raise your kids
When depression sets in
I can be cold as hell
There mom was there to raise them
I never did
In all my silence
They'll never understand
It's just my shift four days a week
Wheelchair man, wheelchair man
Till the wheels down brings up to find
I'm not the man that you think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a wheelchair man
Wheelchair man burning up my fuse
I'm here alone
And I think it's gonna
Be a long long time

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