You know, when you're 21 or 22
No one cares about
what you care about
Or what the hell you do.
You don't care about them
They don't care about you.
You spew out all this stuff.
It's all amazing - give it a voice,
"No one cares about you
No one tells you what to do".
You know, I'm 35 or 36, now
Eyeing up rocking chairs,
Rachmaninov and Lowenbrau.
If only I was 21 or 22.
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