It's the anger
it's the lack of sleep
it's the bad old days
that cut me deep
it's the vices
it's the worm
it's the restless grasping
if that's really the term
believe believe
that things can change
not just deck chairs
to rearrange
maybe even
turn the great ship round
about the only thing
that keeps me seeking
the big sound
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