you say I have to get a real life
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but I'm not sure how that in making
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someone or other rich
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is any more real than making
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a niche for yourself
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well i'm without a zack, a truth
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a coin, a kopeck
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or an elusive brass razoo
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but my dear rationalist
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don't dream i couldn't care
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i too grow quickly bored
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of the clothes i wear so maybe
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i should go an get a real life
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real like cutting a fine figure
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or scraping a deposit together
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for if, heaven forbid
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just suppose i cannot live
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on taxes and goodwill forever
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but how is it
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that the problem just doesn't seem to press
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while my fingers are themselves
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pressing hard against the neck
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i was sure that i'd suffered
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and worked as hard
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as anyone I knew
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well it seems i haven't
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i better damn well fix it and
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make it look every inch as though i do
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but still
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i'll have to go and get a real life
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no doubt that it will happen
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maybe i've put it off for too long now
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gonna see if i can't get something better than a...
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maybe i'm amidst of a real life...
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