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God bless, if God's there, he might be I know heaven is a place, but it's not for me It's for people who believe me, I just live I'm a quitter, I'm a leaver For your face, I'm a believer With a bad liver, imagination giver Broken broom seeker, poorly groomed garden Surely cold pizza, with a tendency to try and reach him Trying to find the universal, graphics feature synesthesia Oh my something, how I need you Oh my something, must I speak up Make that pop and try and have it playing out of every speaker Oh my something, I believe in something It's better than nothing, no Oh my something, I believe in something that's better than nothing, no Oh my something, I believe in something that's better than nothing, no And when you checking out, make sure you're not afraid It's kinda not the point, it's sorta not so godlike It's love and sex and street lights, poetry and Big Macs Pay attention and tax, silky smooth till it cracks Filled with all that it lacks, for sure it don't mean shit If we don't have each other's backs, through withdrawal and relapse And I kissed the earth once, every day before work Just to rest assure it's all a gift, it's not deserved So dead I won't get it, till the day that I won't get it Breathe in once, again, look back and I regret it So I try to get it, till the day that I won't get it Breathe in once, once again, then look back and I regret it Oh my something, I believe in something that's better than nothing, no Oh my something, I believe in something that's better than nothing, no Oh my something, I believe in something that's better than nothing, no Oh my something, I believe in something better than nothing, no