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My friends don't need jobs
'Cause they all sell drugs
Spend their Fridays setting fires with their college degrees
And I think, to some degree, they are more practical than me
My friends don't need God
'Cause they all feel loved
Spend their Sundays sleeping in and getting high in the street
And I think a greater meeting could be right beneath their noses
Oh, Moses, Jesus, Annie full of grace
You know I've been trying hard here
But I just can't hold the weight
Of all this searching in circles
I'm trying to find my place
The empty head feels heavier every day
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When Andy broke last fall, we all just shrugged
There ain't no purpose fighting holy wars
For something you're not
And I think we're better off believing in ourselves
But that's me
A year ago today, I was ten bucks short
Of a four-quarter solution
Resolution unavoided but learned to spoil it
Don't know how I can make me proud again
Make me proud again
I don't know how I can make me proud again
Don't know how I can make me proud again
Teach me how I can make me proud again
Teach me how I can make me proud again

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