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I tried to drink away everything that hurt, but it did not work.
I tried to sleep away all that makes me ill, but i'm throwing up still.

And I thought I had it made, when I fount those Catholic steps.
I would have bet my hat, that I was at my best.
But I could not size up, to the hair that's on my head.
I'm not owed a thing.

I tried to make amends with all my filthy sins, but I could not win.
I tried to build a wall and keep me locked inside, but I could not hide.

And I thought I had it made, when I fount those Catholic steps.
I would have bet my hat, that I was at my best.
But I could not size up, to the hair that's on my head.
I'm not owed a thing.

I'm not sad anymore.

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from Tents, released September 12, 2013

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