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get up, kid. It's time for work
put on your suit, your pants are loose
tighten a tie like it's a noose
have fun at your 9-5

making music will get you nowhere
try being a businessman or crooked mayor
click away at your computer desk
drain people of life, lay them to rest

drugs aren't at war
it's the people who are poor
but if you're rich, you'll score
what else is money for
it's time to grow up
it's time to give up
conform to society
it's how it has to be

just catch up, kid

I walk down the street
I think I hate my friends
smoke all my weed
feel nothing but defeat

I contradict myself
in every possible way
like storm clouds on a happy day
all above memory lane

the candle burnt out
when we got the drought
read in the unfinished treehouse
on the road to recovery
on the road, hope there's no snow

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from Strangeness In Proportion, released November 22, 2017
Guitar, vocals: Sean Cahalin

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Strangeness In Proportion Doylestown, Pennsylvania

Strangeness In Proportion is Sean Cahalin, a singer songwriter from Doylestown, Pennsylvania.

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