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• Titre: The Hobbyist
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Nobody really lives on Earth 7 billion souls float with incredible mirth As the holidays tear holes in our Wallets and brains til Gravity drags us back down. I didn't drink for the new year If I'd messed myself up, mighta done something I Regret Like observing the change Of a dumb fucking digit By promising things I can't keep. Nowadays, I am wondering What keeps these people moving? Is it their coffee? Is it their wife and kids, Their faith in god, Or their hobbies? Must be those hobbies. All those model planes and ships and trains And i guess I'm not cut out to ride em I guess I don't know where they go Oh no. Nobody loves themselves anymore No one has that self respect that I've been craving For Dig yerself a ditch Plug in your HDTV To better see the world in which you refuse to be Nobody sees the world I see Cause they're all too busy being better men than Me I said it once, and I'll Say it again I have no business with the economy. Nowadays, I am wondering What keeps these people moving? Is it their coffee? Is it their wife and kids, Their faith in god, Or their hobbies? Must be those hobbies. All those model planes and ships and trains And I guess I'm not cut out to ride em I guess I don't know where they go Oh no. And all the while, I am high on the car ride It is the rush that I get from control While I'm alive I'd like to feel like I'm someone Observe as we drive to nowhere at all.