Things You DoI am pitied for the things you do,Nobody knows how I managed to live with you. They see right through your well thought act, They know my odds against you are stacked. They ask how I manage to live it, They wonder why I haven't split. And the truth is I really don't know, But boy I can't wait til I can go. Go and be out on my own, Away from you and your home. For this place will never be mine, And you know what that's just fine. I'm getting the hell away from you, From you and all the things you do. |
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