There are lots of people out there.
Maybe I'm not perfect and maybe I'm not whole and maybe I have a little too little self-control and maybe my life's twisted but maybe I shouldn't mind; if I untangle it slowly, it should sort itself out in time.
I guess I'm still learning.
I guess there's still hope, and I guess there are less ways to screw up than to cope.
I can drive 'round in circles.
I can graffiti the street.
I can walk through the city.
There are still so many people to meet.
There's a lot of people out there.
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