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Green Day Tales Of Another Broken Home

nowhere you can go Running away from pain When you've been victimized Tales from another broken home You're leaving, you're leaving You're leaving, ah, you're leaving home

thankful That someone actually receives the prize that was promised By all those fairy tales that drugged us And they still do me, I'm sick, lonely No laurel tree, just green

she often said, with one day leading to the next, you get a little closer to your death which was fine with her, she never got upset and with all the day

she often said, with one day leading to the next, you get a little closer to your death which was fine with her, she never got upset and with all the day