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The Smith Street Band // Young Drunk

And I’ve finally found a home
In a handful of people I was lucky enough to bump into
We act like pessimists but we’re in love with it.
And I’m in love with you
And our tiny bed in the upstairs front room of a run-down terrace house
As obviously perfect as that sounds.
Even in the summer when the cardboard window that you tape on every day falls out
And wakes us up…
And tonight I’m getting young drunk
Walking around the streets where I grew up
Knowing that they’re to blame
And all the red brick fences look the same.

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"   A savage desire for strong emotions and sensations burns inside me: a rage against this soft-tinted, shallow, standardized and sterilized life, and a mad craving to smash something up, a department store, say, or a cathedral, or myself.   "
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

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"   You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don’t try to forget the mistakes, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.   "
Johnny Cash

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I was drunk again, causing accidents. Oh, you’re not a friend, you’re nothing.

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