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A Pack Of Reds

I woke up today with pains in my back
Finding a bed is something I lack
So I twisted around on the couch
To find no cigarettes and became the groutch
I spent my only dollar last night of some papers
But the dude I was with did me no favors
And took off with them when I passed out
So I know he took off with my weed no doubt

Now here I am counting change
Getting silver and copper aranged
Hoping to find a dollar atleast
A quarter would be fucking beast
But of course the are none
So I'm basically counting penies, fun
Its rediculous to find a hundred of anything
But I'm pissed so ill keep looking for something

I had to extend my search
Go outside and begin to lurch
Fiending for change like some homeless bum
Mabey people will see and just give me some
Jeez, don't you hate these days?
Screwing yourself over just to get laid
Don't act like we haven't all been there
Blowing everything off without a care

I already acted a fool, why not do it again?
So I go up to wallmart and begin
Playing "hey mister" for some bills
Untill my wallet finally fills
I leave to the closest little store
Go inside to find the price a little more
So I bat my eyes and flirt instead
Having just enough for the bus and a pack of reds
Written by kourtnissixxx
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