Tony Lucca: Twenty Somethin
runnin out of money
runnin out of gas
runnin out of reasons to refill my half-empty glass
i can't seem to manage
i can't seem to care
i can't seem to find an answer that wasn't already there
same old, now
same old, now
same old, now
same old
i'm feelin twenty somethin
i'm feelin twenty somethin
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