Limbo Blah

Limbo blah that's the way I feel
Stuck in limbo blah
Never any zeal

Might as well wear the same old shirt
If I had new clothes I still couldn't flirt
So tired I could just lay down in the dirt

While others have energy and sing tra la la
They may be young but the time will come
To join old friends in the land of limbo blah
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Posted: Nov 2015

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