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so it's the same sorry story just the cast changes nightly and it skips like a record but it glows like a movie or the country sky i never see. the shake in your voice makes me feel empty and ugly -- scattered anger like a windstorm howling violently. i wanna fade out and end up somewhere else where no face is familiar and i'm left by myself to keep plugging away at my own wasted time, to eat badly and spend all my money and write, to not feel too guilty to be tired at night, since i'm not fixing things here i'll leave them behind so you make your decision -- i'm through making mine.
Kevin Devine wrote my life and I've got the flu.
Kevin Devine wrote my life and I've got the flu.