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Ruskabank ... Strugglin' |
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You keep on chiming, but I won't come in. I'm tired of your constant
bickering'. Just can't leave well enough alone, bringing it out too many
times 'till it's all dried up and used. But I've learned just one little
trick. To always try to make the best of it. But there must be something
that's more important, because you can't let it go, you just don't know
what to do. You're strugglin' (yeah, you're strugglin')! How much longer
is the world gonna hold you down. Strugglin'! Is it all in my head, or
do you always frown. It's your problem, but I'm feeling used. I'm too
old to take this type of abuse. I'm too fed up, 'cause you just sit there
and stare. Always a fight, and now I can't take you out anywhere, without
a problem either here or there. Your words, they pursue my feelings without
a care. I'm telling you now, I won't take anymore. Here's some advice
before I kick your ass out my door! There's way too many other fish in
the sea. Your happy pants don't need to be hanging' around me. Just for
fun, go ahead and try to walk out on your own. But soon enough you'll
be back, to fill that empty space where the fight used to fill up the
hole. Now you're pounding' hard on my front door. I snuck out the back,
I don't need no more. I've got to get my head out of your mess. I don't
deserve or desire to deal with the likes of you! No where to go, and no
where to turn. Don't feel too good to receive the burn. But you'll move
on to another guy, who's hopefully way too smart to give a crab a try. |
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