Categories: R-V

by GFLee

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Categories: R-V

by GFLee

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I was sick and tired of my old friends
Felt like they were dragging me down
Felt like moving up to something bigger and faster
Turning my back on that small town scene

There was a place I knew I could go
No-one would follow
I let myself slip 
Into the snake pit

All my loved ones I stabbed in the back
I knew they had been dragging me down
I left their bodies to be picked at by crows
In a ditch on the edge of town

I looked myself squarely in the eye
I obeyed my inner voice
I chose the path of righteousness
I eliminated all free choice

There was a place I knew I could go
No-one would follow
I let myself slip 
Into the snake pit

So if you’re sick and tired of your old friends
You feel like they’ve been dragging you down
You feel like moving up to something bigger and faster
Turning your back on that small town scene

There is a place I know you can go
No-one will follow
Just let yourself slip 
Into the snake pit

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