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A suburban man at my door
But I don’t think I’ll let him in
He wants discipline
and control over the way I live
He wants the best for me
An old school philosophy
So I can’t turn my back on him
He’d buy me anything
But I just need a friend
It’s all for you
You’ve got me where you want
It’s all for you
Just stop breaking my heart
You’re the blood I’m the seed and
You’re all that I need
You’ve got me where you want
It’s all for you
You’ve got me, oh you've got me
Jack Kerouac on the road
And in my head
I need relevance, intelligence
A new tattoo and a lot more sex
Broken families are
the new enemies
And you will not make up for this
This suburban man,
he wants discipline
But I just need a friend
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