Lyrics:
Life is short, he thought Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like a concrete worm Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage
And yet they ignore me And dad Wants me to drive But I'm scared of the lines And unsmoothed pavement So let's Go out sometime I'll buy dinner that night
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