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All of my friends, a plastic bag Walking around, jumping the train tracks It's over the fence, veins all black Sleep on the bench in the park on my birthday Caught the blue lights Cursed your name When I find I'm still awake Give me everything good I'll throw it away I wish I could quit but I can't stand the shakes Choking smoke, singing your praise But I think there's a god and he hears either way I rejoice, and complain I never know what to say But I think there's a god and he hears either way And I rejoice, and complain Lift my voice, that I was made Somebody's listening at night The ghosts of my price when I pray Asking why did you let them leave And then make me stay Know my name and all of my hideous mistakes I rejoice, I rejoice I rejoice, I rejoice From Letras Mania