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Midnight clock, hands don't move.
Eyes bloodshot, same old proof.
I've been working in the graveyard overtime,
Cash in the shoebox dust on my mind.
Pray that I wake up same old line,
But I'm two feet deep in that overtime.
I've been talking to my demons, big cosine,
Every bad habit that I don't decline.

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