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de John Craigie

Jim Morrison, Miami County Prison
Looking out the window at the barbed wire fence
Singing: this ain’t for me, this rock n’ roll scene
I should be writing poetry, on a farm out in France
Cause I can’t see through the darkness, I can’t feel no pain
Seems you lose your spark, when you achieve your fame
And I could start it all over, I could escape
If I could only make it to twenty eight
If I could only make it to twenty eight

Janis Joplin, one foot in the coffin
Left that theater rocking, and she walked on out the door
She put her head in her hands, she said, I’ve given all I can
I drain myself for these fans, I ain’t never been this dry before
I’m gonna move out of this Chelsea Hotel, stop drinking all the time
Stop blowin’ Leonard Cohen, and listening to him whine
Cause I know that I am beautiful, and I will prove it someday
If I could only make it to twenty eight
If I could only make it to twenty eight

And Kurt Cobain, sat in his shed in the rain
Stomach full of pain, eyes growing dark
He said: I’m losing control, I oughta move down to San Francisco
Light candles at all of my shows and switch to acoustic guitars”
Because this world it don’t need no more tension and hate
It needs a reason for these kids to stand up and create
And I could pull this trigger or I could just walk away
If I could only make it to twenty eight, if I could only make it to twenty eight

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