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Get away 
I don't need you anymore
This was your last day
So get up from the dirty floor
You haven't been paying your rent
And you would ask me for food
So I made you sleep in a tent
But today you got me in a bad mood
I can't take you anymore as you annoy me to death
I wouldn't imagine you not being the cause of my last breath
So if you won't listen to my rules
Go sit with those other tools
Other tools (x2) 
I took you in on a rainy Saturday night
You were stinking up my whole abode
Getting you clean was already a big enough fight
You had no cash so my grass is what you mowed
Now you've gotten lazy
And a lot more hazy
I can't take you anymore as you annoy me to death
I wouldn't imagine you not being the cause of my last breath
So if you won't listen to my rules
Go sit with those other tools
Other tools (x2)  
I can't take you anymore as you annoy me to death
I wouldn't imagine you not being the cause of my last breath
So if you won't listen to my rules
Go sit with those other tools
Other tools (x2)  
Just leave now
I see 'em wanting you to join 'em on the curb
I can't take you anymore as you annoy me to death
I wouldn't imagine you not being the cause of my last breath
So if you won't listen to my rules
Go sit with those other tools
Other tools (x2)   
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Monica Harley More than 1 year ago
I love it!
Ness Sb More than 1 year ago
Good job
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