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Burnt canvas, dry flowers I wish I was never sour What if that worked out Fuck, fuck, fuck, long work hours I'll shed my skin like a reptile Put a down payment on a fucking house Lose everything once things go south Does it ever end up entertaining I know that I'll never be famous I'm in a movie that is now ending It had potential, now it's just tasteless T-time that I wasted, huh Fuck, fuck That I wasted Fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck I'll ring the bell on this life, need a band quick How many times did you die, just to try this Another round in a high speed traffic It doesn't matter to mе what I missed How can you see if you closed your eyelids Fuck, fuck