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A white and health boy
with an affinity for noise

And I don't own a car
but I can pretty walk far, if I'm inclined to
and I own three or so guitars
I keep them locked away in a pawn shop

I get about twenty likes
when I post something clever on social media

At nights I go to a bar
and knock back six rounds or so, on average
and weeks just seem to come and go
I can't keep track and I'm not trying

Save me from all this choice
and freedom to dispose my free time
I have no choice
cus I grow old over night

Just a white and health boy
shy but coy

I went out and bought a car
and celebrated with a cigar, the cheaper kind
and weeks just seem to come and go
I keep them locked away in a pawn shop

Save me from all this choice
freedom to dispose my free time
I have no choice
cus I grow old over night

And years just seem to come and go
I keep them locked away in a pawn shop

Save me from my own choice
freedom to dispose my free time
I have no choice
cus I don't own the right to vegetate

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