Farms from FRAUD by FRAUD

never been too good at holding a grudge
sometimes it all gets to be too much
when i set sail i'm never looking back
who am i kidding?
these are just hard words coming from a soft man

when we set out to find our farm
will we look on to new adventure
will we embrace new challenges
or will we look right back to the way things were
when we never had a care never had to work
is it wrong to long for an easier time
when we never had a worry never cared about the dime
i don't think so. i don't think so.

'cause one day we'll all be laying in
a bed designed for the dying to die in
and all we'll have are these memories
of the days in the past that held everything
still we held our heads high, pressed into the night
couldn't see what layed ahead progressed anyway
when the dawn came upon we'd settled down
to our new lives and our new selves

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