| I got some blood under my nails, I got some mud on my face
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| My voice is shot I’m going grey, these muscles all ache
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| Don’t cry for me, I’m the life of the party
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| I’m smiling most of the time
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| I may be gritting my teeth, can’t get back where we started
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| These days I’m doing just fine
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| God bless this mess, this mess is mine
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| Won’t pound my chest or criticize
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| I must confess, I’ve lived, I’ve died
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| God bless this mess, this mess is mine
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| God bless this mess, this mess is mine
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| I knew every buried body paid for each head stone
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| I may have led the prayers in public but I cried alone
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| Found God through sin but this ain’t my confession
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| I’ll wait on judgement day
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| It’s lose or win, got no need for protection
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| Stand up or out of my way
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| God bless this mess, this mess is mine
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| Won’t pound my chest or criticize
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| I must confess, I’ve lived, I’ve died
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| God bless this mess, this mess is mine
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| God bless this mess, this mess is mine
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| The howling dooms day dogs
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| Are snapping at your feet
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| Round here the sky is cracked
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| But won’t admit defeat
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| Down here there they got your back
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| And still they’re at your side
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| This treasure chest of rags
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| Still keeps this dream alive
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| God bless this mess, this mess is mine
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| Won’t pound my chest or criticize
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| I must confess, I’ve lived, I’ve died
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| God bless this mess, this mess is mine
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| God bless this mess, this mess is mine |