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Strum along with marching drums
Though the party never comes
Step into the backroom bar
To try to find out where you are.

Take a hit with your guitar
Head is light but light is far
Throw away your stepping stone
Sit until you sink back home.

I don't need you.

Climb the stairs up to your box
Full of fear and ticking clocks
TV's under your control
Drink your weight in alcohol.

Sell out somewhere just to be
The next best thing to atrophy
15 minutes isn't free
Sell your soul to companies.

I don't need you.