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Slaughter Beach, Dog( Dog Slaughter Beach )
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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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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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