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I know that things are getting tougher
When you can't get the top off from the bottom of the barrel.
Wide open road of my future now... It's looking fucking narrow.
All I know is that I don't know
All I know is that I don't know nothing
We get told to decide
Just like as if I'm not gonna change my mind.
All I know is that I don't know
All I know is that I don't know nothing
Whatcha gonna do with yourself,
Boy better make up your mind.
Whatcha gonna do with yourself boy,
You're running out of time.
This time I got it all figured out
All I know is that I don't know
All I know is that I don't know nothing
And that's fine
OpIvy in 1989.
In 1989, I would have been 11. I lived in the suburbs and took piano lessons and wanted a dog or a cat or especially a horse more than anything else in the world.
When I think of OpIvy, I mostly think of the year 1996 and my plaid pleated skirt and my first pair of combat boots and black knee socks and skankin' mosh pits. I was dating
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I hadn't met the people I now consider my best friends yet.
A lot's happened since then.
I wonder what I'll be up to come 2016.
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