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But I Can't Confront The Doubts I Have. I Can't Admit That Maybe The Past Was Bad, And So, For The Sake Of Momentum I'm Condemning The Future To Death So It Can Match The Past.

You Know What, The Drummer Is My Manager. He's Busy. And I'm Busy. I Don't Need The Dough, Though. But Having Said That, There's A Limit To How Much Bad Music I Wanna Play. I Did It When I Was Young, And Some Of The Music Was Ok, But It Wasn't Great.

Better Take The Keys And Drive Forever. Staying Won't Put These Futures Back Together. All The Perfect Drugs And Superheroes Wouldn't Be Enough To Bring Me Back To Zero.

There's A Lot Of Music That Sounds Like It's Literally Computer-generated, Totally Divorced From A Guy Sitting Down At An Instrument.

Knowing Record Labels And Knowing The Kinds Of Things They Would Object To-they Just Object To Everything That's Interesting.