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'Your words seep through my skin
electric whisper deep in the night
You move so nice I forget why im angry
a perfect combo to destroy lives
I'll never know' - Private Island

One of these days I'll make some money
And buy myself those things that I want:
Acrylic paints, acoustic guitar strings, a new bicycle seat
For my ride over to your house each night
And one of these days I'll get a real job
One that actually pays
Like my dad had

You know my father, the bartender
Used to wear a suit to work
Before he hit the drink
The old man used to do a lot of things

One of these days I'll give up
And give in to the man

The labors of Music Discovery & Appreciation by artist Eric Tecce

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