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I hate my life

I hate my life

I hate my life


Kick the can.

Tackle Uncle Sam.

Take out the trash

And drop it on my foot.

A scraped knee.

A lost key.

There's somewhere that I'd rather be.


I love you

I love you

I love you


Recycle the can.

A certain degree of respect for the Old Man.

Take out the trash and leave it behind.

A bandage.

A found key.

Still, there's somewhere I'd rather be.


With you.

Please, please, please.

Let it be.

And don't let go.


Not tonight.

Not ever.

For no reason whatsoever.

Let's just hold on forever.



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