My life is like a waltz.
I don't build walls.
I dance with the ghosts of words.
Said by others.
how persistent truth
And every Goodwin
With a booze envy
Has something to tell me
What am I, a singer at the bar?
Get in the car.
And get lost.
My resentful exorcist
I don't trust your demons.
I only see a humble spirit
That perishes from want.
And he thinks that the gold is in the wine.
But here's a sign for you.
Throw, Throw.
Plump my friend
And the world will lie to you again.
But he will be glad.
Don't be afraid.
Sobriety is equal to honest sadness.
My life is like a waltz
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