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So I go down to my deepest depthsAnd lost the things I'd learned to acceptLike faith in promisesAnd I think about the truth I holdCompared to the bitter fruits of getting oldJust like my father saysThis is a test to see if my worst still can beat my bestThis is a test, a measurement of my failure at successIt's just my sophomore jinxIt's all come back to meI built up bad times in the cracks in my securitiesBut will I steer right?Will my laundry stay white?Whenever I lose sight of my plight?But I still turn my back look the other waySustain myself, all work no playIt's life but far from livingAnd my views become naturally corruptWhen my friends and enemies get mixed upMy lesson's learned after the fact(And so my palms get sweatyI can't read the answers on my hands)
So I go down to my deepest depthsAnd lost the things I'd learned to acceptLike faith in promisesAnd I think about the truth I holdCompared to the bitter fruits of getting oldJust like my father saysThis is a test to see if my worst still can beat my bestThis is a test, a measurement of my failure at successIt's just my sophomore jinxIt's all come back to meI built up bad times in the cracks in my securitiesBut will I steer right?Will my laundry stay white?Whenever I lose sight of my plight?But I still turn my back look the other waySustain myself, all work no playIt's life but far from livingAnd my views become naturally corruptWhen my friends and enemies get mixed upMy lesson's learned after the fact(And so my palms get sweatyI can't read the answers on my hands)