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You say there’s nothing else for me That’s only true if you’re not free You stand there shouting in the mall Opinions crumpled in your paw Yeah I saw You’ve decided it all too soon Rolling joints, it’s not even noon You come across occasional truths As you leaf through notes from your youth Wearing your new expensive hat You think it tells us where you’re at How bout that? You’ve decided it all too soon Rolling joints, it’s not even noon I’m here dressed up like a cartoon Asking please please burn your cocoon Your cocoon Your cocoon Your cocoon From Letras Mania