I used to be silent. Now I feel hollow. It's getting hard to swallow. This educated jive. Give me a reason to commit treason. And what I believe in. Is Estimated pride
Chores.
So make me a painter
Who lives on an island
House by the ocean
Gracefully old
And make me a captain
Upon my obsessions
Remove my possetions
That clutters my soul.
Stop chasing that fools gold!
Verse 2
I used to write lyrics .they gave me the courage. they were not that terrific. But it got me laid. I used to be sexy. Now everything infects me. Nothing impresses me. Sept maybe pain.
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Verse 3
No I don't wannabe younger. Don't wanna live longer. Not sure I belong here. And maybe I don't. Go to Havana. Dance like I'm Spanish. Maybe I'll vanish. And no one would know.
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Lyrics Submitted by Dylan cohen