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Head Case

This perfect life I chase, I will not get no matter the pace, I wait and hope someone will embrace, Me, even though I'm a head case, It seems I am stuck, Looking in the distance for some sort of luck, I hear they say they're satisified, All I can say is why?, Their's more to life, Than having the white picket fence and the trophy wife, But who wants to listen to this headcase, Anyways?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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