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    your idea for a novel is a novel idea
    but step it back, son. well, you've got nothing to fear

    and you know that all you really wanted
    was to make it out of this fucking town

    your play would play all around town
    but critic's reviews would just bring you down

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    and you know that all you really wanted
    was to make it out, but not with me

    your song would sing to the peasant's ear
    bringing from each a single tear

    but even after all the work you done
    to carry your conscience, it still weighs a ton

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