Emile Millar
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A song for my best friend.
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If all things have a way of working out
Then what's the big hassle in selling out
I'm just a working stiff
If all could be clear
I'd want it it all right now
And prey my decisions bury any let downs
But still I think it's worth it
Then why do I sit still
How should I make you feel
Because I can't wait
It's so hard to breathe
Where do I pay my dues
When I'm human like you, it's a waste
Where do I go from here
It's the pros and cons of working shit out
If all could be real
I'd want it all myself
You've lost your appeal and better off on your couch
It's real, and I think it's worth it
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