Julian casablancas

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Julian casablancas
Shut out, pimpled and angry
I quietly tied all my guts into knots
Gave up on trying to make them
I figured it take them too long to look up
And besides
It was undeniably clear to me I don't know why
When every other part of life
Seemed locked behind shutters
I knew the worthless dregs we all are then

Lucked out
Found my favorite record
Lying in wait at the birmingham mall
The songs that I heard
The occasional book
Were the only fun I ever took
And I thought I was making myself
But the trick is just making yourself

But when they're parking their cars on your chest
You still got a veiw of the summer sky
To make it hurt twice when your restless body
Caves to it's whims
And suddenly struggles to take flight

Three thousand miles northeast
I left all my friends at the morning bus stop
Shaking their heads
"What kind of life you dream of? Your allergic to love"
Yes I know but I must say in my own defense
It's been undeniably clear to me I don't know why
When every other part of life
Seemed locked behind shutters
I knew the worthless dregs we are
The selfless, loving saints we are
The melting, sliding dice we've always been

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