Well I used to be a listener - there was nothing left to get 
About what you are and what you haven't been yet 
And some of them like to tell a story that is long and old 
And couch it in indifference and the wine 
That they were sold to get away

Well someone's got to tell them that its not deserved, 
Rehearsed or written down by playwrights over time 
Just picking up on a nerve. 
And some of them got a difference that they reserve for you 
Well I like them all but I don't [bad word] any of them 
Well shouldn't you, just get away

Well I used to think my freedom was a lot of things I'd give, 
Demanding on my time but I had so much time to give, 
And I used to think that everything was a knee in what you are. 
But finding out the [bad word] that hurts 
So I never went that far 
I always get away

Well [bad word] down to the fact that I'm now different from the past, 
Demanding all my ideals its just trying to make them last, 
And some of the things that you say they're ringing home so [bad word]  
I hang my head out of the door and I follow you, 
Yes I follow you and get away

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MUSIC IS WARM GUN [bad word] no_good_music