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HOW NOT TO GIVE A d**n
I forget to go outside when I'm not told
I forget that I was raised inside the cold
I forgot that I was young and now I'm 24 years old
And I am trying not to give a d**n
I forgot how to achieve without some proof
I've been taught a hundred different kinds of truth
I've been away from home so long I am a telephone booth
And I am trying not to give a d**n
But let me explain
Before the hard rain comes down
This alienation had a price and I'm dealing contraband
It's bottles of pain
And hearing the talk around the town
I'm learning the magic of how not to give a d**n
I am lying to the woman that I love
I'm hiding doubts that I may never overcome
And if they linger for too long inside my smokey lungs
Then I may die trying not to give a d**n
And if I should die
Am I a martyr or a fly
It's either glory or it's dust here in the promised land
So I look to the sky
Yeah I look the apple of my eye
To show me the magic of how not to give a d**n
You know it's hard to make a living off your name
And now I lost all of my pride inside the game
I never used to struggle much to find anything to say
Are people silent when they just don't give a d**n
No
I'm learning the magic of how not to give a d**n
