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No **** (Explicit) - Iggy Pop
It was in the winter
Of my fiftieth year
When it hit me
I was really alone
And there wasn't a hell
A lot of time left
Every laugh
And touch that
I could get
Became more important
Strangely
I became more bookish
And my home and study
Meant more to me
As I considered
The circumstances
Of my death
I wanted to find
A balance between
Joy and dignity
On my way out
Above all
I didn't want to take
Any more s**t
Not from anybody
