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» there's nothing that the road cannot heal

"you know what's wrong with you, miss whoever-you-are? you're chicken, you've got no guts. you're afraid to stick out your chin and say, 'okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness.' you call yourself a free spirit, a 'wild thing,' and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. well baby, you're already in that cage. you built it yourself. and it's not bounded in the west by tulip, texas, or in the east by somali-land. it's wherever you go. because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."

"i'm feeling rough, i'm feeling raw, i'm in the prime of my life
let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives
i'll move to paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars
you man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars"

"i told you to be patient, i told you to be fine
i told you to be balanced, i told you to be kind
in the morning i'll be with you, but it will be a different kind
i'll be holding all the tickets and you'll be owning all the fines"