A much needed escape, from the daily rape, working my hands to the bone.... (br)
Instead of wasting away in a cell alone, I drove all the way back home(br)
An aching back dead ass and legs, a four hour drive is a smile price to pay for my own little three day get away(br)
A quick retreat to taste something sweet, a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down(br)
Back in my home town... I kind of missed this place but not as much as seeing your face (br)
Three days hardly seems like enough... going back will surely be tough... but the thought and taste of you will do(br)
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