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Maybe the world would be better without meI got a bad habit of fucking upwhen every sunrise I see takes the piss out of meand there's cold tea in our loving cupI don't mean to suggest that I loved you the bestI mean it's heavy, but it's not heavy rockand now I'm feeling depressed sitting here in my vestit's like we're born with our heads on the blockAnd this song is for the strugglersit's for the cynics and the maudlinand this song is for the poor boyI won't be there in the morningOh don't give up, don't give up on usand sure these are degenerate timesyou don't have to be some kind of gurujust chuck something together as long as it rhymesand I hope that is means something to youAnd if I suck in my cheeks when I'm with youand if I wear too much soap in my hairpull on your kitten heel shoeswe've got dancing to dopulling teeth from the jaws of despairLetras de cancionesCos this song is for the strugglersit's for the cynics and the maudlinthis song is for the poor boyI won't be there in the morningAnd this song is for the strugglersit's for the cynics and the maudlinand this song is for the poor boyI won't be there in the morningno, I'll be asleep on an overnight bus From Letras Mania