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Woke up covered in the sweat again
Worry and fog the lens
No solace I miss the fuck out of all my friends
I think back to sleeping on the back bench
Wish I’d let the absence tell them all the things that I can’t
And now it’s all just patience
My father told me don’t pass this up
And take all the luck you can get
It’s never enough