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[2tone]

Don't act like I'm the first
23 year old that wouldn't know his own place
If there was a mat
And a carpet kind enough to welcome him home
Just one of the few to admit
A certain searching for every stroke of genius
Weighed against a solemn strummed song
About an end to your cries
Its a calculated risk not just for its own sake
But for sanity and a contentment
That most people merely achieve and discard