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Short Stories

I dont wanna write songs about depression
You probly won’t' hear me singing songs about the lady I love
I dont bring up gonvernments and politicians
But I got these short stories in my bag you know the ones that I’m speaking of
The man in the suit who wants to be a stock market millionaire
With a twin brother over on the other side of town who wants to lay back beach
bum grow
Hair
Separated at birth and given up for an adoption
Then the vagabond finds himself at the beach and the other one in a mansion and
he said
I dont wanna write songs about depression
You probly won’t' hear me singing songs about the lady I love
I dont bring up gonvernments and politicians
But I got these short stories in my bag you know the ones that I’m speaking of
Well once upon a time a young man age 18 leaves his hometown to go see
What the rest of the world could offer him and to gain some clarity
And now he’s gone everywhere that he wanted to go
And every thing was all said and done now
Then he finds himself on the front door step of the home town that he came from
and he said
I dont wanna write songs about depression
You probly won’t' hear me singing songs about the lady I love
I dont bring up gonvernments and politicians
But I got these short stories in my bag you know the ones that I’m speaking of