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Julia, I'm alive and drinking heavily in Bushwick.
I make the music when I'm not making myself sick,
And one of these days, something's gotta stick.
They say New York is where you really need to be
When you decide it's finally time to monetize your dream,
But most nights, it's a pretty creepy scene.
You say there's no clear way,
You say you can't break in,
But one of these days, you'll have to begin.
Decide it's gonna happen --
On our way, we'll work out how.
Julia, someday is starting now.
Julia, someday is starting now.
This town can make you feel like Waldo in the Land of Waldos.
I do the same as everyone, and no one ever knows --
Craigslist jobs and dodgy Wednesday shows.
Good luck to me is like a shirt to Iggy Pop.
I try, but someone else is always coming out on top.
That doesn't mean that I'm about to stop.
You say there's too much flak,
But where does that leave me?
Because you say you're trapped,
And I'm trying, but I'm free.
Decide it's gonna happen --
On our way, we'll work out how.
Julia, someday is starting now.
Julia, someday is starting now.
Tonight I'm gonna drink all that my wallet will allow me.
I'll climb up to the roof and watch the city glow around me.
You say you're gonna come --
I call your name; I call your bluff.
What the fuck, Julia?
What the fuck, Julia?
Decide it's gonna happen --
On our way, we'll work out how.
Julia, someday is starting now.
Julia, someday is starting right the fuck now!
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I don't know what day it is!
I can't function today, but functioning's never been my thing.
That said, I'm super-in-touch with my suffering.
As a rule, I expect everyone to simply come to me.
As such, I never see anybody.
I don't feel like dancing, no.
I don't feel like dancing.
When the last-ditch kids are heading home,
I'll be the first one to be left alone. NO.
No, I probably won't be okay!
I'm a liminal jerk; I exist on the threshold and I'm like fubar.
Sensation only comes fleetingly.
I lie sleepless at night, wondering why there's something instead of nothing.
Something's never done anything for me.
I don't feel like dancing, no.
I don't feel like dancing.
When the last-ditch kids are heading home,
I'll be the first one to be left alone.
I'm not going anywhere tonight—
I've never gone anywhere, ever,
And I'm sick of pretending to keep it together!
You say you don't want to see me like this?
Well, I just plain don't want to see you.
Don't touch me like it was your idea.
Don't touch me like it was your idea! NO!
Why is no one worried about me?!
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