Spare Me From The Mold
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It's a grueling road to nowhereSneaking out the bedroomSleeping in the basementGod just get me somewhereAnywhere, any hole in the ground will workAnd who cares if it hurts'Cause I've been through worseI make the right mistakesAnd I say what I mean
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Been years of desperationFor a life long sentenceOf repentanceAnxietySeparationPay attention to the wild combinationOf education and desecrationYou'll know when it hits
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