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An artist destroyed his canvas
Moved by sudden subconscious fear
And he drew and he drew and he drew
His self-portrait on the mirror

And he rebelled against his dream
It was easier than it’d seemed
In this against-self war
He struggled and he won.

He deconstructed his life with a torment
‘Cause it was so fuckin’ postmodern.
And you never know
What you are remembered for.

No, you never know what you are remembered for...

Declaiming his poems to whores
He thought there was nothing worse
But each one of those built his universe.

They have no kids, no plans, no ordinary happiness.
They smoke, they drink, they shoot, they kill themselves.
And their music makes my days.
And their music makes my days.
And their music… …music makes my days.

My soul-mates so drunk and so old,
The city so distant and cold…

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