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We've got the king size
We've got the queen size
We've got the sofa-bed
We're downin No-Doz
Wonderin where the time goes
Strung out and underfed
We never take the day off
for fear we'll miss the big payoff
but don't let it slow you down
Don't let it slow you down
You've got to plug away at it
as if somebody gives a shit
though maybe no one ever does
Amidst the strivers
the rock n roll survivor
laments I am a never-was
And all the cool kids
are really just high school kids
Well, don't let it slow you down
Don't let it slow you down
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Burt Kocain
01:32
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No lifestyle brands
No influencers
No market share
No market forces
No five year plan
No seven habits
No analytics
No innovation
Comfort is the enemy
No interview
No conversation
No mandatory orientation
and no inertia
and no derision
and no compulsion
No expectations
Comfort is the enemy
No ambition
No incantation
No extradition
No inhibition
and no rendition
No invitation, expectoration
or renovation
Comfort is the enemy
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It takes all sorts of letting go
I take it on the chin
I take it on the chinny-chin
I push it out it gets back in
It takes all sorts of letting go
She lays it on real thick
She lays it on a little thick
Everyone knows she wants his dick
It takes all sorts of letting go
It's coming round again
I hear it coming round again
I push it out it gets back in
It takes all sorts of letting go
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Yo! Don't leave your money on the table
That's all you just had to ask
Nobody's gonna give you what you couldn't even grasp
Your backpack's always open!
Dressed up in hand-me-downs
All your friends you hung in high school with are too good for you now
We work so hard
for the grave in the yard
(What's the rush?)
The stones we push
will not look back on us
(Sisyphus)
Yo, thanks for the sage advice
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Urchin & the Sea
04:48
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Rebel without a recourse
Will without a way
Two chairs and a three course
But there's nothing left to say
Seems you forgot you're just an urchin
Thought you were the sea
Found yourself holding up the ocean
Nobody has to be that strong
The time you stayed up all night prayin
Jesus let the misery finally end
Yeah you thought you'd change your luck
tryna find a good enough fuck buddy
What you needed was a fucking friend
Suicidal ideation
Something has surely got to give
Either the wound or the temptation
What kind of way is that to live?
You've been holding onto something rotten
almost all the time
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