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Life is dull life is gray; |
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At its best it's just OK. |
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But I'm happy to report |
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Life is also short. |
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So I find myself back in California - |
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I'm a coolie for the tourists, |
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those happy Epicureans: |
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Evil spectres from my own suburban upbringing. |
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As I reveal points of interest, I can chat so pleasantly, |
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But it's hard to be cheerful when you feel so hopeless |
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And there's no reason for this dark mood. |
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It will pass; it will return, but will I ever learn? |
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And the children of privilege begging for my spare change. |
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Do they need my assistance to purchase their intoxicants, |
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or would they best be served a swift kick |
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Slowly sinking in the vast ambivalent sea of California. |
