It Be Like That Sometimes
When my best is not enough
And all the milk has spilled
When the poo has hit the fan
When all the pieces are broken and scattered
And everyone wants me to play 52 pick up
I will look at the carnage and catastrophe
And walk right out the door
Leaving everything where it is
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