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Nomad, Meet Couch Potato
Your vice is parallel
To my entire way of living
You’re a couch potato
And I’m a nomad
I’d strap the couch to my back
If you’d let me
Take you for a ride
What’s your poison?
Breathe in the smoke
Exhale the pain
Hell, I was doin’ alright
I guess I still am
It’s hard to go about these things
But that’s just because
You’re still here
And I’m not
To my entire way of living
You’re a couch potato
And I’m a nomad
I’d strap the couch to my back
If you’d let me
Take you for a ride
What’s your poison?
Breathe in the smoke
Exhale the pain
Hell, I was doin’ alright
I guess I still am
It’s hard to go about these things
But that’s just because
You’re still here
And I’m not
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