| Greet the day with a hateful heart
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| Run to finish before I even start
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| Stalk through paradise with a gun in my hand
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| Following to pieces in the promised land
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| I’ve done my part to make the world like this
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| A glass that’s filled to the rim with wine and piss
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| Hit or miss, it’s a roll of the dice
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| It’s pain or bliss, whatever arrives
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| you can’t stop the tide, it’s hit or miss.
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| I’m collapsing beneath joy and pain
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| Grotesquely clean but beautifully stained
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| Resentment keeps rebuilding me inside
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| Feels like I’m drinking poison but expecting you to die.
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| I’ve done my part to make the world like this
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| A glass that’s filled to the rim with wine and piss
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| Hit or miss, it’s a roll of the dice
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| It’s pain or bliss, whatever arrives
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| you can’t stop the tide, it’s hit or miss.
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| I came to make amends,
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| To do the right thing.
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| I came to corrupt your children,
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| To kill the king.
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| I’ve done my part took away the world like this
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| A glass that’s filled to the rim with wine and piss
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| Hit or miss, it’s a roll of the dice
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| It’s pain or bliss, whatever arrives
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| you can’t stop the tide, it’s hit or miss.
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| Hit or miss, hit or miss
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| whatever arrives
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| you can’t stop the tide,
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| whatever arrives
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| it’s hit or miss. |