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"I met a guy tonight," I said -
he said, "givin' up 'aint what I recommend."
And, "Freedom 'aint the kinda thing you leave round here."
It's a rotten town, filled with the worst
people, places, and things
(are how you remember your nouns).
He's the unseen guest.
The potatoes are mashed, the salad fresh.
Plenty o' vino, and don't you worry
your pretty face - it's just transubstantiated.
Permanent fade,
The judgement of your friends.
Heavy as the stare of strangers.
Unapproachable, irredeemably far.
In the Arctic, should I wear a two-piece,
or three?
Livin' a modest life. Unlearn the yearn
for things,
and people,
and rules,
and the voices,
and music,
and Miami,
and you.
Fuck it. Yea, I don't need anything from you man.
I'm livin' a modest life, get out of my head bro.
I got platinum on my wrist, and Ryan
killin it on the bass, Ricky on the drums
bustin' out the beats. I got everything you need baby,
right here.
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