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Beat like a rug, bashed out and clubbed "¨
And it's all for my betterment. "¨
I'll give you a rib, with the marrow dried up "¨
When it's not much but a widow's gift. "¨
In the right rays of sun, "¨ If you squint hard enough "¨
There can be only one like it. "¨"¨
I'd write you a song, for all men to be one "¨
But I sing it from a place of pride. "¨
I can sing over most and I'd gladly be the host "¨
But most often I just hang my head and cry. "¨
There's a song beneath the earth, "¨ There is eyes within the dirt "¨
Under the nails of a working man. "¨"¨
Drug in by the rain, all the crooked ways I think "¨
A wish as in a mood to die. "¨
But life, it is good, no matter how far you sink "¨
Sometimes sitting still is better than to try. "¨
When you're down in a hole, "¨ When your heart's weighed down like gold "¨
There is a hand that can reach you there