| I find delight in empty days,
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| I take my counsel with wine.
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| My own devices have robbed me of reckless leisure.
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| My words will be proven in time.
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| The evening follows me like a blanket,
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| I am less convinced of anything.
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| I don’t feel wise but I have learned to love.
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| Culture isn’t cheap.
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| If you bite the hands that bleed,
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| you’ll end up with blood-stained teeth.
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| You are a lung full of water, and me, I am an appetite.
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| Under the stretch of whether you and I.
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| From harboring the hardship,
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| Your love-lines will be wrinkled.
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| Better the devils you know than don’t, I suppose.
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| Don’t practice what you preach,
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| I crowd of eyes have never listened to me.
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| I am by no means a visionary but I can see,
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| That culture isn’t cheap.
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| If you bite the hands that bleed,
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| you’ll end up with blood-stained teeth.
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| You are a lung full of water, and me, I am an appetite.
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| Under the stretch of whether you and I.
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| I find delight in empty days,
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| I take my counsel with wine. |