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For us who are like bulldozers Sleeping in the sun For us who are like lightning Buried in the mud

30 June 2009

not going to take your shit

I don't need to take yr shit no more
I'm set free and I'm running
I don't care that you can't hear me
Mail the check I'm not coming back

I've listened too long so now
I'm acting
I've not been happy
I'm not here
Replaceable cog that's gone
much too long without oil

I can't stay cuz of your shit
So I'm not going to take it anymore.
Posted by mountainmadeofsteam at 23:08

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