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Today I'll start a zine, my views will change the scene |
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Everything that |
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I write, will surely change their minds. |
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First I will make them laugh, and make them want to read |
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My reviews are excellent, interviews are in-depth! |
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Pictures are glossy, and a list of shows. |
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Now I have to sell some ads, so |
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I can make some cash. |
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Production run is now complete, first issue is out. |
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Now I will spread the word, to gain praise of the hard work |
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I have done. |
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Copies are moving fast, issue one is sold out! |
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Promos are piling in, labels want to advertise |
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Go to shows to promote. |
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Everyday life is getting better, with a shot of beer. |
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Hanging out with the bands |
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I love to hear. |
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On the phone with label reps, boy this life is the best! |
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Working harder, more hours everyday |
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Magazine is improving in every way. |
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Punctuation is now complete, vocabulary expanded, |
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They love the new me. |
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A few years go by, and still |
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I write. This magazine consumes my life. |
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Always looking for the next big thing. |
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The scene kind of suck. |
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Life is all the same, |
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But still |
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I try to satisfy the readers who subscribe! |
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Every hour dissipates from me. |
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My computer keeps freezing up! |
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Deadlines suck, contributors take forever, |
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Another metal fest, there's never anywhere to sit! |
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Dealing with accountants about bounced checks. |
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Or being bribed for a good review |
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If I speak my mind you won't like what |
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I've got to say. |
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Same old job, same old house. |
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My life is redundant. |