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in an attempt to get sarra to leave me alone, im going to make this entry into my journal.
this is a song. i didnt write it. i wish i had.
I don't want
A picture in the paper
I just want
A minute of your time
At a point
Appreciate an answer
Any token
Would suit me fine
I won't ask
A question you can't answer
Like, "Do you remember All Shook Down?"
At one time
It was your favorite record
But now it's broken
And not around
Baby I broke it
Broke me down
Strain of the show
Takes its toll
But you don't
Wanna know
Maybe I don't know what I'm asking
This is not
The place or time to speak
It's possible piano may be drinking
But it's not me
Couldn't be
I'm sincere
As I can be
Strain of the show
Takes its toll
You don't
Wanna know
make of it what you will.
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