And all the friends you thought you had
When you discovered they got paid
And all the women you thought you loved
Who were only trying to get laid

And all the dreams you woke from night
But only kept for a day
And all the places that seemed so right
Turned out tattered in the shade

(instrumental to the plot)

And all the things you always needed
Piled in rooms you don't go
A world of advice you never heeded
In a language only poets know

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