And the Tony Robbins bounded for the unemployed. You're a motivational speaker, right? So I decide to write you in the middle of the night.

Tony Robbins, Zippeo looking for.

Because I was once a rushing river, now I'm a sliver staring out a floor.

I got left standing in God's taillights.

Just caught between some of my country's wrongs and rights.

Just a long line of almost babies and mites.

So greetings from the hovel of a boat,

under the decks of a mighty dream, and a scream I walked home,

sleepwalking when I lost my job again.

And round and round we go and then I saw your face on the TV screen.

Thought maybe we could talk just you and me.

See the countries all turned out so impossible.

A dream like a bottle rocket to the sky.

Like a junk yon hound barking at a lonely summer night.

Tony, I feel my dreams have all drowned in lead.

All drown in lead. All drowning in lead.

So welcome to my bed where I lay my heavy head.

And I bet on imaginary horses in my dreams.

But Tony, I always come last place it seems.

No procession, no confetti, no trace of my effort to be somebody.

No flash of cameras, no metal, no awards, no parades, no health insurance, no nothing, I'm afraid.

I'm in a system that just doesn't care.

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