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Wearied
Never mind the foreground
Wasted in my neighbors yard
Nothing you can do now
You can't save a one from themselves
Well back then they'd tell you to dance
And now we just tell 'em to cry
I remember of intructions in flight
I could never stand and fight
Life was not my delight
Gave someone some satisfaction
Someone some validation
But now
I'm so tired
I'm so very tired
