snarph

snarph

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The first thing I remember knowing, Was a lonesome whistle blowing, And a young un's dream of growing up to ride; On a freight train leaving town, Not knowing where I'm bound, No-one could change my mind but Mama tried. One and only rebel child, From a family, meek and mild: My Mama seemed to know what lay in store. Despite all my Sunday learning, Towards the bad, I kept on turning. 'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore. And I turned twenty-one

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Nights in white satin Never reaching the end; Letters I've written Never meaning to send Beauty I'd always missed With these eyes before; Just what the truth is I can't say any more 'Cos I love you, Yes I love you, Oh! How I love you. Gazing at people Some hand in hand, Just what I'm going through They can't understand Some try to tell me Thoughts they cannot defend; Just what you want

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/me will one dday soon divest himself of training wheels and tear the hinges the place(note to self this fantasy stuff is tough) and Shmoopy will once again be able to breath easy

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