Twas the night before christmas

and ive got some friends some that i hardly know
weve had some times i wouldn’t trade for the world
we chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

We got the right to live, fight to use it,
Got everything but you can just choose it
I won’t just be a puppet on a string

You’re just a notch on my bedpost.

You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

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