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Punk.of.Ages, huh?
Listen, whatever that asshole told you about me, it's lies, okay? All lies. That couch-slut had it in for me since day one, all because I made one or two or fifty-seven little jokes about how punk guitarists are all drunk and only know three chords. He spreads it around and I keep hearing it, and I'm tired of that shit.
I don't need you coming in here ragging on me too! I've had enough of that shit! I'd appreciate it if you'd just back off!
Ahem.
I mean, welcome aboard.
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I wake up in the morning more tired than before I slept
I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
I get through thinkin' now, and the thoughts have left my head
I get through speakin' and I can't remember, not a word that I said
- Ben Harper, Show Me A Little Shame
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