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got on the train come she went out to the city lookin' for a better job he was in trouble he said over the syron "i love you, but i'm just a slob" this is hardage its something to remember the theatre is for wasting time working is lowsly Letras de cancionesand college is for quiters some semetry is hard to find i'm tired and battered want to sore off my shows i'm restless and torn short of nothing to lose i'm tired and battered sick of all these people go out your front door you'll never be so sorry the city life can make you born when i was a child i never stop to question just what on earth i do this for looking in the corner a quiet television remember when you saw me there? kissing your asphlat a 100 thousand questions i miss it, but i just dont care i'm tired and battered want to sew off my shoes i'm restless and torn short of nothing to lose i'm tired and battered sick of all these people ...they never mean what they say they never say they mean they only want you to give in i wish to god that i could meet somebody that i could just spend somebody that i could just spend instruments.. i'm on the i'm looking to get better think maybe you could show me how? if you really love me quit petting for affection and burn the fucking house down now i'm tired and battered want to sew off my shoes i'm restless and torn short of nothing to lose i'm tired and battered sick of all these people ...they never mean what they say they never say they mean they only want you to give in i wish to god that i could meet somebody that i could just spend somebody that i could just spend From Letras Mania