• Would you just shut the front door? - A breezey draft is rolling in Once again I get the short end of the stick Well aint that a kick in the pants I am just kind of sick of this bull spit into a cup instead of onto the ground and we all just walk too far from the crowd We want to be special but none of us are born any diffrent So whats the point lets just all try and quit Well we can invent a new way of living. Most people are just to stuck in the way of the past Comfort zone is restricting and now my feet are killing me Its such a pain oh theres glass in them stop breaking things while you walk I try to talk some sense into you then you complain about how you hate me. and I thank you for being my friend for all these years. Hows the same old thing? Oh its the same as always Some try to change but almost always we end up the same Well lets quit complainging and itching this scratch put some cold cream on that and then theres too much talkng just shut the front door that cold breeze is rolling in and hows the same old thing? Oh its the same as always and its not gonna ever change as long as we stay in this same mess of a town.

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