Naked feet dance with blades of grass.
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Saturday, July 05, 2008
Strugglin'
The suitcase is packed
But our wallets are empty
Everybody do the struggle
Do it all damn night
The car is full of boxes
But the tank is almost on empty
It's a struggle
To leave the driveway
Let alone the coast.
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Anonymous said...
This makes me really sad.
3:58 PM
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This makes me really sad.
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