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Somewhere
Somewhere
Somewhere it looks stately
All the respect and wanting
Took a toil
Stop using me like soil
I woke to a rip
Saw your fail and slip
Instead of doing what should
Or if you could
Doing what you could
Your joke of trying to fool me
Present a foul on you
Now lady what you going to do
Opened my eyes
No more lies
I seen it all before
Get out of that door
Copyright ©
Alex Flesh Jr.
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