The wind is blowing, constantly turning my pages, making walking harder, making weather colder, making for a shit day. And the ones that you care about just left, they had better things to do and they went and did it. But you know what they say: If you love something, give it away...
The money never comes rolling in, I've been fighting really hard, for a long time, but it never comes rolling in. So when I jump from train to train, I'm not being cheap, I'm just being a poor fucking asshole.
Well, I reckon the whole fucking world will burn down someday an I'll be standing on the hill, watching all the fucking rats twist in agony.
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