Nine long years I've lived with you,
Some days happy, some days blue.
Never have I spent this long
In the same old house. So what is wrong?
Guess I've gotten in a rut,
Can't break loose, got no gut.
Never wished you any harm,
But wake up call now sounds alarm.
Days are numbered, all too few
For me to stay in here with you.
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