Too many times I've fallen on my own sword
God is all I've got
Darling, hold onto the pieces of me that you've gathered
'Cause I'm afraid that I may not
And it hurts me to know that when I wake up in the morning
I'll beg the ceiling for a reason to get out of bed
Too many times I've fallen on my on sword
The sword that's in my own head
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