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Bad trip, fat chance. I’ll grip the seams of my pants. I’m leaving here in the morning. I’ll move out of this house. I will get my own place. Get noticed, get in pictures, I will paint my face. Forever is a long time. Forever, forever is a long time. Forever. Forever. Sequins, skin tight. You played in Chicago last night, and I drove home to Alabama. An artist’s mind is stimulated by the aesthetic. I don’t know about art, but I think your music’s shit. Forever is a long time. Forever. Forever, forever, forever is a long time. From Letras Mania