Paychecks

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Wasted, wasted
 A day's gone by
 Waking up tired
 Paycheck for the time
 Here's to feeling stable
 With all your cards on the table
 Wake up, there's no last chance
 Here's to acceptance
 As the skin clings tightly to my back
 I'm going nowhere fast
 Leaving soon with a handful of regrets
 Tasted, tasted
 The smoothest skin
 Waking up nauseous
 From my own rhetoric
 Here's to pissing on all fours
 While sparing time until the last call
 Face down in my own mess
 Here's to acceptance
 As the skin peels slowly from my back
 I'm going nowhere fast
 I'm tied down to an anchor in the past
 Lying still with a mouthful of regrets

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Duration
02:30
Key
4
Tempo
102 BPM

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