If I get one thing right, tonight
sure I'll bet
come tomorrow, how's it
going to add up
I heard in no uncertain terms
to count on nothing but the worms
that turn and turn up
like a bad cup
I should be getting past old ritual
finding some new habitual
but I keep going back over what's gone
I should shout back the night
try to get one thing right
and spare nothing but a prayer for what's wrong
what
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