Tired of screwin' up, tired of going down,
Tired of myself, tired of this town.
When I meet my maker will he close the book on the hearts I broke and the lives I took? Will he walk away 'cause my soul is too late to save?
Have you ever reached for the glued down penny? Same ol' joke... and it's not funny.
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