This chain anchors me
to the ground
this heavy thing attached to me
but I am not about to leave
I pull I tug I egnore
somebody tell me when this master
gonna cut
this chain
free.
Friday, September 18, 2009
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1 comments:
This song should be sung by hermits who just can't seem to shake off or completely abbandon community and the simple affections for all men- even though they are SLACKERS!
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