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I’m reading Matthew by day and then Hitchens by night
Don’t think anything can save me; nothing seems right
And I don’t believe everything I read or that I hear
But if it kills me I will find a way to shake off this fear

You’re a son of a bitch but a hell of a son
Nothing like blood to make you proud of someone
And nothing like no expectations to exceed prediction
Those that have known pain know damn well how to inflict it

All of your explanations
They just give us questions
Thinking is our best chance

When you’re twenty-two you think you’ve seen it all
You’ve got no idea hun just how far you can fall
Oh, but I’m a fast learner and anything good I'll fix it
Those that have known pain know damn well how to inflict it

You’re a son of a bitch but a hell of a son
So I’ll only ask just how fast you can run
There’s nothing for you here but Friday paycheck addiction
We say we’re doing just fine but we say it without conviction
And those that have known pain know damn well how to inflict it

All of your explanations
They just leave us questions
Thinking is our last chance

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from Oh hi real life​.​.​. (EP), released July 30, 2012

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