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Two Wastes of Life
i know she's pushed around
i know she's hit around
i know she's pushed around
and hit around - again
it feels like it's never gonna end
it's probably never gonna end
she don't wanna tell
so she lives in hell
she lives in hell
and will probably never tell
she thinks she needs him
always cooks and feeds him
she's captured and surrendered
and treated worse than a dog
no matter what she does
it's not good enough
no matter what he'd ever say
it's not good enough
no matter what he'd ever do
it's not good enough
it's not normal - it's not right
it's wrong & two wastes of life
best of the roses, john french
written 8:47 a.m. august 14 2008
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