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All
of
my
friends
are
getting
married
All
of
my
friends
are
right
with
god
All
of
my
friends
are
making
money
But
art
gets
what
it
wants
and
art
gets
what
it
deserves
(I
lost
a
fight
with
Trypho
Blamed
it
on
my
alogia)
We've
all
had
better
times
to
die
Get
a
job!
Job
Lying
in
bed
while
all
his
friends
chant
youmustadonesomethingwrong
Worming
my
way
into
your
heart
Worming
my
way
onto
the
charts
I
want
a
deal
Let's
make
a
deal
Let's
cut
a
covenant
And
when
they
took
him
to
the
temple
Oh
then
they
fed
him
to
the
devils
And
when
they
took
him
to
their
temple
Oh
then
they
fed
him
to
their
devils
And
when
they
took
him
to
the
temple
Oh
when
they
took
him
to
the
devils
And
when
they
took
him
to
the
temple
Oh
then
they
listened
to
his
demos
Most
of
the
time
I'm
just
getting
older
But
I'll
get
to
heaven
standing
on
your
shoulders
So
many
people
you
know
that
could
make
you
They
say
kid
you're
good
but
do
you
have
what
it
takes
to
be
Invited
into
the
divine
council
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