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Counting reasons not to get up

Yeah, between sheets all this shit shall end…

If only the world gave me a fucking chance

I would follow the line and my dreams and I would secure them all

You know I know about failure

And the harder I try, the deeper I sink

The sunrise is a crucifixion

The apostles still a painful weight

Don’t get me started on sanctuaries

It burns to pronounce their names

I don’t have to know, it’s alright

Whether the thought of a friend

Or the taste of a smile could feel right

I’m not leaving this place, I won’t fight

I won’t fight

And if I held the last straw

I’d still be the only winner in here

I don’t need your concern

Thank you for all

Counting reasons not to get up

Yeah, between sheets all this shit shall end

If only you gave me a fucking break I would bear you at least

And I wouldn’t just lock up the doors

Do you know how much I try?

Do you know how much I try?

It’s the run of the disrespected

And I sprint here day after day

If only you could know all the suffering I feel

And all the pain I survived

You were running as well

And I told you to shut up

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