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Randy No Carrots For The Rehabilitated

life in a fantasy just to get away from reality And the man in me that always makes things wrong. This riddle is to hard to handle its to intricate for

to a dead end and there is nowhere i can go. The easy life that we used to play,yeah! has slipped into somethig real. Malcontent but to lazy to struggle for

in life is for free and maybe that's right but the proverb doesn't fit in on me. To get what I want I have to work everyday there's no other way for me