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Identity 

Just today I was asked to write a bit about identity

Just today I banged my head into the wall

Just today I was driven to the city in an old Jeep Cherokee

Just today I unmade myself with all my gall

 

But if today is a new day, why?

Oh if today is a new day, why

can’t I see the sky?

 

Just today I was asked to write about something special, dear

Just today I was sitting on my ass

 

But if a day’s gone by

Oh if the day’s gone by, why

is there still no class?

 

And I’m in New York dreaming of a better day

but they run fast away

What the fucking hell is identity?

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I’m sitting on an Amtrak reading my books

I’m sitting in a haze, getting addicted to the stuff I took

I’m sitting on a beach with seven fast-food chains next to me

I’m sitting in a rehabilitation center for freaks like me

 

Just today I struggled to come up with a compelling reason, dear

Just today the beeps and sirens cut me out

Just today I wrote some bullshit about this failing year

Till my aid fell out so I scream and I shout and I pout, and pull it out, and rip it out

 

And I’m in New York dreaming of a better day

but they run fast away

What the fucking hell is identity?

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I’m sitting on an Amtrak reading my books

I’m sitting in a haze, getting addicted to the stuff I took

I’m sitting on a beach with seven fast-food chains next to me

I’m sitting in a rehabilitation center for freaks like me

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Music and lyrics by Sam Hurwitz