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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Me Generation
[time] => 2002-08-24 17:08:12
[hometext] => It's a hard punk life, for me.
[bodytext] => In my youth, I wished a thousand dreams,
to come true in the blink of an eye. High hopes of limosines, too cool for high roller scenes. To achieve the finer things in life. But I grew up.... Now I'm arrogant, I'm lazy, and worst of all I'm dumb. To hell with limosines, to get around I use my thumb. Empty pockets and a nasty disposition, I pretend to hear your words, but I don't listen. Opportunities rise and squandered, to late to blame it all on dope. There is no need for friends, I have T.V. to help me cope. And it's a wonder that I'm even still alive, Can't find a job, because I don't wake up till five. And I know precisely what you think, I'm on the brink, to be extinct, give up the drink or quickly sink. But I don't care for herbal tea, It's just not me to be so sweet. I asked my shrink, he said I'm jinxed, My future's bleak, and seems to reak. And though I speak with tounge and cheek, I know some week, I'll reach my peak. And give a speech, that will not teach, But be the breech, in global peace. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 34 [informant] => papajfat [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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