Yet I keep feeling more and more trapped. More held back. More restrained.
What the eff.
Outta here,
How am I gonna get outta here?
I'm thinking outta here,
When am I gonna get outta here?
And when will I cash in my lottery ticket,
And bury my past with my burdens and strife?
I want to shake every limb in the garden of Eden
And make every love, the love of my life...
How am I gonna get outta here?
I'm thinking outta here,
When am I gonna get outta here?
And when will I cash in my lottery ticket,
And bury my past with my burdens and strife?
I want to shake every limb in the garden of Eden
And make every love, the love of my life...
1 comment:
AMEN SISTER
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