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Why Me, It Had To Be Someone

you've fallen and you can't get up life seems to be colder on the ground maybe you had a helping hand or perhaps she just stuck out her foot and helped you tripped down with her head turn to the side and a little, I didn't do it grin now flat on your back and your ass is cold and wet your thinking what we must all think Why me how could this happen to me did I write it that well did I phrase to hell was it sang to the mill (million) Why Me why the hell me did on going physical poverty know of your plans did inducement of hunger play her role with your scheming schemes of miss using and abusing for a greater good bullishness never seem to say slavery in such a better way so why me?

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