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No, I'm not drunk - I'm just dancing.
No I'm not sick - It's my style.
No, I'm not dead - I'm just sleeping.
Waking up will take a while.
No, I don't care what you're saying.
No, I do not want to talk.
Yes, I've got a mouth to feed so I'll decide what it will speak.

You are you, I am me - you can stare, but don't care.
Say, what, what are you gonna do with your life?

No, I'm not drunk - I'm just dancing.
No, I'm not sick - It's my style.
No, I'm not dead - I'm just thinking.
My way home might take a while.
No, I don't care where I'm going.
No, I do not want to know.
Yes, it's true, I look at you but no, this is not a gun in my pocket, I'm just glad to see you.

What am I gonna do with my life?
I could use a gun, I could borrow a knife.
You ask, what am I gonna do with my life?
I could be your lover or the one of your wife.
Say what? What am I gonna do with my time?
Well I could be your enemy and you could be mine.
Or I could steal a car or I could ride my bike.
Or I could start to work but maybe I will only strike.
Do you really care about it if I'm gonna start a hype?
What if I am more the revolutionary type?
Do you care about tomorrow? Do I talk about my past?
You better get yourself a life for just as long as it will last.

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