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[sircumference]

I've got two hands at the bottom of a barrel,
and i scrape the sides and hope that i'm not running out of things to try.
some chemical concoction, some solution to my problem,
but i've tried them all, this barrel's gone and every, single, little one has failed.

so its right back to the starting block with ex-convicts and retired cops,
and we did the best we thought we could to run away or make some good.
but in the end it's all the same, we run the race we play the game,
if i could just begin again, i'd do it right this time.

but now i am stuck with what i've got.
and with everything i'm not.

but i don't think it'd be much worse
than staring through a coffin in the back of a hearse
wondering where all those years went
where is the life i never lived.

so here i go, i'm back again
i'll drown my sorrows in my sin
suppose this is how i'll repent by saying

by saying i feel bad, but i do not feel worse
i'm good but i have been better.

but i am still young i can still
cut my hair, get a job behind a desk somewhere
and i will be happy with my nine to five
two cars, big house, and a wife.