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Leave You With Your Stuff
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May 2012 I'm living proof that it could be worse,
always be the one left cause i loved first,
surely i am a living and breathing curse,
driving the sad around like a hearse,
at the front of the pack, get my rude off (rudolph),
pretending i'm sick faking a crude cough,
look at what hurts you and scoff,
strum out the pain and get your Hey Jude off,
seems like there's always someone uninterested,
even when i'm calm, nice and disciplined,
all they do is keep me up like Ritalin,
scheming me from monthly and selling me on limited,
the weather is strong and the water is tough,
just tell me when you've had enough,
i will continue on and leave you with your stuff,
on a deserted island with your hands cuffed.
