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Being Grounded

I'm grounded from my car
I'm grounded from t.v.
I'm grounded from my guitar
It's really killing me

Grounded from oversleeping
I'm grounded from my friends
I can't even breathe loudly
Or it'll be the end

I'm grounded cant you see
You can't come play with me
Not until I clean my room
So now its looking pretty gloom

My room is shuch a wreck
It looks like there was a hurricane
I dont know how I'm going to clean it
But I know its going to be a pain
Wont you please come and help me
The time would go by much faster
But your life is not guarenteed
It's really an unnatural disaster

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