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A shattered entrance,
Stalked by the gates,
Who note your every absence,
A cruel, unusual fate,
Unlike any kind of compromise,
given to you to advertise,
A broken smile with a crooked glance,
You stared and asked me,
"This cheese is so great, are you from France?"

To which, whatever i said
Could send me up the gutter,
Leaving me to fight for my bread,
And watching the wings of the birds flutter.
The question, answers itself without a retort,
"A hopeless response, is just an excuse",
Why don't ya drive me down to the port,
I'm late, and they're tying me with the noose.

So, say your speech with a tricky tooth,
As you waste time in your own conveince booth,
"Why, I've got nothing to say but the truth,
You silly little youth!"
A declaration which required a sleuth,
Why don't you beg for good luck, Ms. Ruth,
I've only got ten minutes,
And two of them have just been wasted.

On the counter are the keys
The entrance to the gaps
That embrace your mind
Why, i wouldn't bother to steal,
Why, that pour banana you had to peel?
I still haven't had a meal,
And there still is this deal,
that is left to be sealed..

So, pack up your bags,
And leave the next day.
Your old hags,
And the seven shot pistol
In back.
Strap the seatbelt cause'
A runaway traveler cant
be caught dead.
No, a runaway traveler cant
be caught dead.

No, a runaway traveler
Can't be caught dead.
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TALKING LIKE A JERK EXCEPT
YOU ARE AN ACTUAL JERK
AND LIVING PROOF THAT

SOMETIMES FRIENDS ARE MEAN


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