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I was sitting in a park in one town
Writing one of my pieces
Looking at people passing by
Then a man slowly walked to my side
He stopped and asked if I'd a light
Said no one ever has

Telling he wasn't drunk would be a lie

He asked 'bout nothing but in which class I am
And what I'm gonna do after
I said 'I'm going to Warsaw'
'No no, but after after'
'Oh I'm not sure yet'
'You know what?'
'Ye?'
'A weird job'
I said 'Excuse me?'
He said 'Go

Get yourself a weird job'
'Go get yourself a weird job'
I said 'What do you mean?'
He said 'Go get yourself a weird job'
'Go get yourself a weird job'

'Once I was young and ambitious', he said
He told me 'bout what he'd done then
I didn't listen, thought 'Oh, man'
He must've got bored and the nicotine must've reminded of itself
Before he went away he'd said once again: 'Go

Get yourself a weird job'
'Go get yourself a weird job'
I was like 'What the hell weird job means?'
He said 'Go get yourself a weird job'
'Go get yourself a weird job'

'But what is a weird job to you?
How am I gonna know?'
'Just go

Get yourself a weird job'

I thought
'You must've really lost your life
But was your job weird then or rather not?'
Felt a shame that I hadn't listened

'Go get yourself a weird job'
'Go ahead and think about it'

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