| Dear Robin
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| Hope you don’t mind me writing, it’s just that there’s more than one thing I Need to ask you. |
| If you’re so anti-fashion, why not wear flares, instead of Dressing down all the same. |
| it’s just that looking like that I can express
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| My dissatisfaction.
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| Dear Robin
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| Let me explain, though you’d never see in a million years. |
| Keep quoting
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| Cabaret, Berlin, Burroughs, J.G. |
| Ballard, Duchamp, Beauvoir, Kerouac,
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| Kierkegaard, Michael Rennie. |
| I don’t believe you really like Frank Sinatra.
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| Dear Robin
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| You’re always so happy, how the hell do you get your inspiration? |
| you’re
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| Like a dumb patriot. |
| If you’re supposed to be so angry, why don’t you fight
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| And let me benefit from your right? |
| don’t you know the only way to change
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| Things is to shoot men who arrange things, Dear Robin
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| I would explain but you’d never see in a million years. |
| Well, youve made
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| Your rules, but we don’t know that game, perhaps I’d listen to your records
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| But your logics far too lame and I’d only waste three valuable minutes of My life with your insincerity.
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| You see Robin, I’m just searching for the young soul rebels, and I can’t
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| Find them anywhere. |
| Where have you hidden them?
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| Maybe you should welcome the new soul vision |