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My parent's love each other, I so swear.
The screams and vicious snare mean everything,
To me, not them; the sounds are those not fair.
I would do it all to get away; anything
Sick and tired of being trapped here.
Sick and tired of the stress-induced yells.
Dad, I know you're sick and tired there,
The place you call work; it feels like the Hell's.
Momma, I know you're sick and tired stuck,
Wishing you could get up and leave the noise.
Leave with me to the silence; out of muck,
Play the cards to get the freedom; the ploys.
Leave this tiny town and all its causations.
Re-find the lost love; end the desperations.



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