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He ran to each car with roses in his hand, The pain in his eyes is hard to understand, No money ! No ease , just despair! Helplessness wouldn’t even let him breath fresh air,
It’s not about the fear Or the worry, Not even the pricks that I feel On top my my skin whenever I think About my demons
When life gives you lemons, pucker your face at their sourness. Know that free stuff totally rocks
He said if not for God what is it you live for I said I want to be happy I said I want to be happy I said I want to lie in my death bed with eyes barely open and I want to be able to smile Say this- was good
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