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Daniel Knox
you win some you tie some
It isnât love
That breaks your heart
It isnât love
That rips your skull apart
Itâs a self inflicted wound you pay
I guess Iâll play the doctor today
It isnât god
Who strikes the match
It isnât god
Whoâs there to catch you
you use your own two hands to climb
And knock yourself down every time
Everybody wants
Something pretty
A shiny coin
In a filthy city
But if you want the old authentic feel
I guarantee my ugliness is real
I guarantee my ugliness is real