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"But as the philosopher Jagger once said, 'You can't always get what you want.'"

One of my favorite John Mayer songs:


WHY GEORGIA

I am driving up 85

In the kind of morning

That lasts all afternoon

I’m just stuck inside the gloom


Four more exits to my apartment

But I am tempted to keep the car in drive

And leave it all behind.


Cuz’ I wonder sometimes

About the outcome

Of a still verdict less life


Am I living it right

Am I living it right

Am I living it right

Why, why Georgia, why


I rent a room and I fill the spaces with

Wood in places to make it feel like home

But all I feel's alone


It might be a quarter life crisis

Justa' a stirrin’ in my soul


Either way

I wonder sometime about the outcome

Of a still verdict less life


Am I living it right

Am I living it right

Am I living it right

Why, why Georgia why


So what so I've got a smile on

But it’s hiding the quiet superstitions in my head

Don’t believe me

Don’t believe me

When I say I’ve got it down


Everybody's just a stranger

But that's the danger in

Going my own way

I guess it's a price I have to pay


Still "everything happens for a reason"

Is no reason not to ask myself

If I'm living it right

Am I living it right

Am I living it right


Why tell me why

Why, why Georgia why…

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