Restless child Put on your cloths One leg at a time Can't jump into your coat One arm at a time Save your boots for last Step outside Can't drive without a lience Walk or run Skateboards have four wheels Can't speak without a tongue Only scream deep within your lungs Can't talk to lost friends if you can't find them Can't sleep in a bed if you don't own one Stars make comfortable pillows Dumpsters make discusting resturants but dreams can't fill your stomach Don't want to lie to your family Don't want to give up Oh well What the hell Could take the bus but the stations closed Stood outside and damn near frooze It's January again Slow down, and put your fucking boots on.
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