I brought a guitar.
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I brought a handful of credit cards.
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I filled a van and a trailer up to the top with shit that I'll probably never use.
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I took 95 and then I transferred to the I-85.
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Took it to 441 South to North Ave. to Ruth
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and I drove through my backyard.
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I could never understand why people can't begin again.
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It wouldn't stop raining (we didn't have our key)
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'til we met Helen and JJ at about 1 AM.
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They said, "From LA to London there is no other place I would rather live than here."
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We had to unpack things just to get to the mattress and boxspring.
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Flopped it down in the center of our shiny new home,
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a blue house with no cable and with no telephone
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just a bottle of champagne and we popped the cork.
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I could never understand how people hate the Minutemen,
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how people can appreciate it takes time to make something great.
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Yeah, I know. I'm repeating myself here.
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Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. I'm repeating myself again.
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Shake the shakes away.
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If you're going uphill at a very rapid speed,
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Soon there's nowhere to go but down.
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So take the time to rise back up.
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I could never understand why people can't begin again.
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Why people can't apprecaite it's okay to do something great.
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Yeah, I know.
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I'm repeating myself again and again and again.
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493 Ruth
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| Bomb The Music Industry! |
