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Can't do it

Not even if sober

The blues have taken over

Evil thoughts are growing

Bad luck is a charm

Like a four leaf clover

Take a deep breath

It's the only thing keeping us from death

We talk

But we only move our mouths

We see

But we're only looking down

Didn't move to the city

The city moved to me

I want out

Right now

A weight on my shoulders

Holding me down

Trailer trash

Come visit me

I live by the dumpster

I've smoked my whole stash

Now I can't get a grip

On the movement of this earth

We are born

We live

And we die

It's all in vain

love what you do

And your days will be well spent

The end is near

But don't fear

Trust in yourself

Trust in your friends

Trust in your God

They won't let you down