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i take the freeway. to avoid cops and stoplights. my job is one smoke and three jawbreaker songs away. arrive with coffee-stained breath. and a stack - unopened mail. that i add to the pile of paperwork. that is my desk. these letters will never see the light of day. discover my responsibilities for the week. then i sit in my room and write these songs instead. kinda like right now - i've got better things to do. then there's you - you are so well dressed. but you're so depressed. your life is sickening to me. and have you ever had ideas original? you've got a reference for all things. you are you're own biggest influence From Letras Mania