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On an imaginary pedestle before imaginary crowds I'm astounded that it's taken me so long to learn to take the hard knocks and not to cry out loud and not to make excuses for my songs but I'm sorry if my sanity won't fit the mold you made for me and my manifold iniquities have exceeded your ability to forgive Just let me live until I die let me laugh until I cry let me stop and ask you "why?" then interrupt you in the middle of your answer just an alcoholic dancer stepping on your toes I should learn to keep my mouth shut I should learn keep the peace I should learn to walk on water and make the tempest cease I should learn to be more considerate torwards a world that's trying to sleep maintane diplomatic apathy with right wing fascist creeps but I'm sorry if my psyche seems a little out of touch and I'm sorry that I'm sorry that I apologize to much just let me live until I die let me laugh until I cry let me stop and ask you "WHY?" then interrupt you in the middle of your answer just an alcoholic dancer stepping on your toes
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
Alcoholic Dancer (song)
On an imaginary pedestle before imaginary crowds I'm astounded that it's taken me so long to learn to take the hard knocks and not to cry out loud and not to make excuses for my songs but I'm sorry if my sanity won't fit the mold you made for me and my manifold iniquities have exceeded your ability to forgive Just let me live until I die let me laugh until I cry let me stop and ask you "why?" then interrupt you in the middle of your answer just an alcoholic dancer stepping on your toes I should learn to keep my mouth shut I should learn keep the peace I should learn to walk on water and make the tempest cease I should learn to be more considerate torwards a world that's trying to sleep maintane diplomatic apathy with right wing fascist creeps but I'm sorry if my psyche seems a little out of touch and I'm sorry that I'm sorry that I apologize to much just let me live until I die let me laugh until I cry let me stop and ask you "WHY?" then interrupt you in the middle of your answer just an alcoholic dancer stepping on your toes
robert-carl-brusberg
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
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