It's cool, yeah, but it's faint, yeah
I don't feel it very hard.
It's like looking high up in the sky
And not seeing any stars.
It's faint, hard, hard-hearted, but
The life I have to live
With my gut packed up, a kettle ball
And memory like a sieve.
It do not mean a thing, it don't, at least
Not what I want
Just looking for some answers from
The friggin' great beyond.
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