Searching for Utopia
Looking for romance
Wondering what this stirring is
Inside my underpants
Thinking of tomorrow
And all that lies in store
I really can't see what's the point
Of this stirring anymore
I've lost the pace of life a bit
Libido has no place
I'm mostly drunk and off my tits
And keep falling on my face
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