Jobs
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Jobs
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My friends don't need jobs
'Cause they all sell drugs
And spend their Fridays setting fire with their college degrees
And I think, to some degree, they are more practical than me
My friends don't need God
'Cause they all feel loved
And spend their Sundays sleeping in and getting high in the street
And I think a greater meeting could be right beneath their noses
Oh, Moses, Jesus, Annie full of grace
You know I've been trying hard here, but I just can't hold the weight
Of all this searching in circles, I'm trying to find my place
The empty head feels heavier every day
When Andy broke last fall, we all just shrugged
There 'ain't no purpose fighting holy wars for something you're not
And I think we're better off believing in ourselves
But that's me
A year ago today, I was ten bucks short of a four-quarter solution
Resolution unavoided but learned to spoil it
Don't know how I can make me proud again
Make me proud again
I don't know how I can make me proud again
Don't know how I can make me proud again
Teach me how I can make me proud again
Teach me how I can make me proud again
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