Pointless

It’s 8 a.m. and all my demons are still talking
They keep saying this race to the grave could be over if I stopped walking
But I’m still holding out for love and maybe the lottery
If I’m gonna go I might as well go miserable and wealthy
But to be honest I’ll probably be better off trying to see God’s face
So on second thought, let me pick up the pace

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