[You make me want to be the person I was before.]
Art is why I get up in the morning
But my definition ends there
It doesn't seem fair
That I'm living for something
I can't even define
There you are right there
In the meantime
I don't want to play for you anymore
Show me what you can do
Tell me what are you here for
I want my old friends
I want my old face
I want my old mind
Fuck this time and place.
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