Heading on out once again searching for a place to live recalling the places that I've been hoping to find someone who'll give and add a little weight to my pocket my feelings are behind a paper-thin door and I can't lock it what's my life waiting for?!? Spending the rest of what I've got on rations that could sadly fit inside my pocket, but I'm not about to walk and spit on those who are better off than I 'cause that does not even the score I'll continue to try but what's my life waiting for?!? Roaming intervals from here and there up an' down an' all around part-time roller coaster scare I've many worries that'll never sound my empty pockets are a threat to me I eat my apples right down to the core and I'd like to see what my life is waiting for Claiming no official gains I'm riding a lazy, tethered horse and I'm not holding the reins someone reached into a hat by force a force of habit, pulled out a rabbit then picked my pocket in the pants I wore Oh, dagnabbit what's my life waiting for?!?
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