it kills me to hear how loney he is
it make me sore that i couldnt be there for him
the bars, the park, hell even the train station
i would be there to cure his lonely
little cabin out west could have been a grand idea
but your sister would have not been there
it kills you to see her cry and be sore
especially since you would be the one to be blamed for
i'd catch you off the cliff if you ran in the rye
this book about a kid has inspired my life
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