Seattle

Fighting for survival is such a boring Battle

Want to get into my car

I wanna drive out to Seattle

Where the used record stores

Have much better prices

But I don't have a car

And I don't have a license

Should I take another walk to the DMV

Get another learners permit with a Picture of me

I'd put it in my wallet

Along with my four dollars

And the condom that's still in there

That has probably expired

I'd leave home for New York

But New York is where I'm from

I'm just looking for a way

To feel my life has begun

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Living in the city

Where I'm working like a walrus

But man I don't need your money

Man I'm gonna be an artist

Feeling like I wanna do whatever

I feel inside

Put it down on paper

And I'll hope that people buy it

And my only minor worry

Is how to pay the rent

But that won't even matter

When I lose my apartment

Then I'll really have no worries

I'll be just like a cassette

That you've taped up the tabs up

To put something new on it

And when I hit record

God only knows what I will be

And if there is no god

Then it's a better mystery

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Fighting for survival and I guess I must Be winning

And my story is so long

I can't remember the beginning

Am I an optimist

Or am I a pessimist

If I see a half empty half full cup

Is half full

Of nothingness.

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