If I wake in the morning,
I'll only need two more miracles to be a saint.
Everything I promised everyone I'd be,
well I just Ain't.
Lately it seems like
Everybody's sick,
Everybody's died.
Build myself a wall up on happy highs,
Knowing my heart
Knows my head is lying.
Oh, Glory.
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