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Bet Your Life - Now With 50% Less Fuck Ups
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The ceiling fell, today, right on my head. Now I've got the biggest fucking headache. I couldn't move in time so I tried to catch it; I wound up with too much on my hands. With nothing to breathe but dust, Nothing to think about but the savings on my funeral, And nowhere to go but up, I started digging down. I had six feet left to go. CHORUS: It's hard to think or plan my time When swimming in the aftermath of bad design. As if these thoughts could maintain their structure. I should get used to all these giant fucking headaches. I found claustrophobia in my shaky hands So I'll stay outside if you don't mind. I know I'm bitter and it's all irrational But save your half-assed mental breakthroughs For another day. [CHORUS] This constant dizziness: I can't get used to it. I need a fucking grip now that there's nothing falling on me. [CHORUS]
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