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Tuned to the local classical station I dont know what has become of me All the other mid twenties at work Listen to new **** and love to dance I like lou reed and tom waits myself And now im stuck on this classical Binge I suppose i will always try to escape The crowds Whether it be beneficial or not This string quartet #8 "Razumovsky" Finishes up and i drink my 7th beer And say In my best classical DJ voice "That was Frou Frouflau" with his "Twa de La La in B minor" And i laugh alone In a dim lit room Staring at paintings of a dim lit man Me And I start to feel This is the right place But the wrong time.
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
A King Amongst Cockroaches.
Tuned to the local classical station I dont know what has become of me All the other mid twenties at work Listen to new **** and love to dance I like lou reed and tom waits myself And now im stuck on this classical Binge I suppose i will always try to escape The crowds Whether it be beneficial or not This string quartet #8 "Razumovsky" Finishes up and i drink my 7th beer And say In my best classical DJ voice "That was Frou Frouflau" with his "Twa de La La in B minor" And i laugh alone In a dim lit room Staring at paintings of a dim lit man Me And I start to feel This is the right place But the wrong time.
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
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