| She hates her job, loves her kids
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| Bored with her husband
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| Tired of the same old list of things to do
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| So when the to-dos have all been done
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| She sits down at the kitchen table
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| And rolls herself a fat one
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| Smoke so sweet fills the air
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| She maybe ought to crack a window
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| But all she can do is stare at the paint
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| That’s been peeling off the walls
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| A couple tokes and her troubles
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| Don’t seem all that tall
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| You know life will let you down
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| Love will leave you lonely
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| Sometimes the only way to get by
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| Is to get high
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| She laughs out loud at who she used to be
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| A girl who’d a looked down on
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| A woman smoking weed in her kitchen
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| Sometimes she misses them younger days
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| Seeing the world through rose-colored glasses
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| Instead of this purple haze
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| You know life will let you down
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| Love will leave you lonely
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| Sometimes to only way to get by
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| Is to get high
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| So she tucks her kids in at night
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| Kisses her husband, turns off the light
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| And talks to God
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| Says Lord, help me accept what I cannot change
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| But until I learn to do that
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| Thanks for the Mary Jane |