She hates her job, loves her kids
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Bored with her husband,
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Tired of the same old list of things to do.
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So when the "to-dos" have all been done,
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She sits down at the kitchen table,
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Rolls herself a fat one.
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Smoke so sweet, fills the air,
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She maybe oughta to crack a window
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All she can do is stare at the paint
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That's been a'peeling off the walls
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A couple of tokes and her troubles don't seem all that tall
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You know life will let you down,
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Love will leave you lonely.
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Sometimes the only to get by, is to get high
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She laughs out loud, at who she used to be.
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The girl who'd look down on the woman smoking weed in her kitchen.
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Sometimes she misses them younger days.
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Seeing the world thru rose colored glasses,
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Instead of this purple haze.
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But you know life will let you down,
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Love will leave you lonely.
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Sometimes the only to get by, is to get high
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So she tucks her kids in at night
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Kisses her husband turns off the lights and talks to God
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Says "Lord help me accept the what I can't change"
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But until I learn to do that,
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Thanks for the Mary Jane.
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But you know life will let you down
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Love's gonna leave you lonely
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Sometimes the only to get by, is to get high
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Yeah, sometimes the only to get by, is to get high.
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Get High
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| Brandy Clark |
