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Well begun is half-done
But I can't get started.
No need to dwell in the detail.
Faith comes in moments,
Vice is a habit.
The devil's in the grand design -
Too big to fail.

I bit the bullet it's a bitter pill,
Swallowed my goodwill.
Spoonful of sugar and the kilojoules.

Height and weight,
Ten thousand steps a day.
And four litres of water,
I keep a glass by my bed every morning.
And though I can't sit still,
To bite the bullet is a bitter pill.

A month to break a habit,
Another til it becomes automatic.
Ten thousand hours to master.
I want my ten thousand hours.

I kicked the bucket it was full of shit,
Enough to cover my body in.
Spent my whole life saving up for it

I bit the bullet it's a bitter pill,
Dead-weight in a living hell.
It's the spoonful of sugar that's lethal.

I kicked the bucket it was full of shit,
Enough to cover my body in.
Waited the whole day, bronzed up, for this.

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