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I'm sick of love, and i'm sick of home like a ghost on a breeze out into the unknown my eyelids are as heavy as stones i'm emaciated and i'm out on my own this has happened for the very last time let the cold sweet southern air wash out my mind this has gotta be the very last time let the cool sweet southern breeze blow out my mind one day ill be free to go wherever i like i'm selling off everything that i own like a tumbleweed blowing where ever the wind blows the shirt on my back and a gram of blow its time to go, man i really gotta go i got to forget this place its warped my mind the drolling day to day has warped my me my poor affected brain, i'm warped and blind this fucking life of mine....oh From Letras Mania