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Slaughter Beach, Dog
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Jobs
My friends don't need jobs
'cause they all sell drugs
And spend their Fridays
Setting fire to their college degrees
And I think to some degree
They are more practical than me
My friends don't need God
'Cause they all feel loved
And spend their Sundays sleeping in
And getting high on the street
And I think a greater meeting
Could be right beneath their noses
Oh Moses, Jesus, any full of grace
You know I've been trying hard here
But I can't hold the weight
Of all these searching circles
I'm trying to find my place
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The empty head feels heavier everyday
But Andy broke last fall
And we all just shrugged
There 'ain't no purpose fighting holy wars
For something you're not
And I think we're better off believing in ourselves
But that's me
And did you know today
I was 10 bucks short
But a four corner... resolution
Unavoided but learned to spoil it
Don't know how I make me proud again
I don't know how I can make me proud again
Teach me how I can make me proud again
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