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Lyrics
every morning its the same routine, with purchases of gasoline, trips to and from work, never stopping in between, and he swears one day, hes gonna win the lottery,
you just wait and see... his day is gonna come. he makes promises that he can't keep,
puts it off for weeks and weeks, never understands, why no one puts their trust in him. and he swears that one day hes gonna find a remedy for dishonesty... his day is gonna come. and you can bet, by the 6th day of next month he'll be - searching for the right inspritation his son needs. always owing something to someone, the burden always weighs a ton, and never goes away,
you'd think he liked it that way, and he thinks macmahon, will knock on his door,
any day now. but his time has come and gone.
he turns to religion, and says a perfect sinner could be saved, by the touch of god's hand, but a saviour can't change.
the opinions of the atheist that yesterday you betrayed. its all been said and done...
and you can bet, by the 6th month of next year he'll be - dreaming of the right vacation he'll never see. there's this man that's been telling me, to open up my eyes and see, and though its been hard, i've grown use to his company. we were talking just the other day, about what a shame... it is... to blame everyone else. for things we did to ourself. and you can bet, by the sixth year past eighteen ill be, having the same type... of conversation... of my own.
my day has finally come.
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