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So I go down to my deepest depths
And lose the things I’d learned to accept
Like faith in promises
I think about the truth I hold
Compared to the bitter fruits of getting old
Just like my father says
This is a test:
To see if my worst still can beat my best
This is a test:
A measurement of my failure or success
It’s just my sophmore jinx
It’s all come back to me
I built up bad times in the cracks in my securities
But will I steer right
Will my laundry stay white
Whenever I lose sight of my plight
But I still turn my back and look the other way
Sustain myself with all work and no play
It’s life but far from living
And my views become naturally corrupt
When my friends and enemies get mixed up
My lesson’s learned after the fact
And so my palms get sweaty and I can’t read the answers on my hand
So I go down to my deepest depths    And lose the things I’d learned to accept   Like faith in promises   I think about the truth I hold   Compared to the bitter fruits of getting old   Just like my father says   This is a test:   To see if my worst still can beat my best   This is a test:   A measurement of my failure or success   It’s just my sophmore jinx   It’s all come back to me   I built up bad times in the cracks in my securities   But will I steer right   Will my laundry stay white   Whenever I lose sight of my plight   But I still turn my back and look the other way   Sustain myself with all work and no play   It’s life but far from living   And my views become naturally corrupt   When my friends and enemies get mixed up   My lesson’s learned after the fact   And so my palms get sweaty and I can’t read the answers on my hand