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All of my bad days Came in two's Been around a pothole Gutter view There's a couple people I'd rather lose All of my bad days came in two's I split my time between a couple of places Did what I could to keep a couple of faces No use keeping me in check I'm on the way out laid to rest Summer gave itself to labor day I never worked a job you'd celebrate I never worked a job that deserved a parade I never worked a job anyway Stuck inside a tried and tired state Where curbs will crack and lawns degenerate Spend half your life caught in the slow parade of legs When weekend wars end in a stalemate