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Well I wake up every evening
Cause I don't have nothing to do
Yeah I spend all my days dreaming
Cause I don't have a job to lose
I can fight it, I could figure
But I don't cause I make it
I don't need no leave
This is the life that I choose

Yeah I love this mess I call my life
Guess that's the price that I pay for doing half right
Though I've got it made I've never tried to have it this way
But I won't deny I like it best as a beautiful mess

Every stitch of clothes I own are here on the ground
And the smell alone puts me down without a sound
Well the stains on the floor and it's changing its chords
And if I was a child I'd have a million chores

But I love this mess I call my life
Guess that's the price that I pay for doing half right
Though I've got it made I've never tried to have it this way
But I won't deny I like it best as a beautiful mess

Yeah this is how I am, the only way I can be
I ain't got no lock, I ain't got no key

But I love this mess that I call my life
Guess that's the price that I pay for doing half right
Though I've got it made I've never tried to have it this way
But I won't deny I like it best as a beautiful mess
Yeah I like it best as a beautiful mess

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