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An apartment of one, two houses of six
A place just for us & the cat
Some monthly motels in between; I'm fine with that
I was walking outside with no keys to my ride
And no weed until my mom paid my bills
The week in the bin with no ax really made me ill
You can do anything you set your mind to
Until you lose your mind, that what's left to do?
You can do anything you set your mind to
Until you lose your mind, that what's left to do?
Unable to muffle the mouth of my mania
All signs say no-one's to blame
Playing cards with the inmates of Arkham; the waiting game
Three records, daily photos
A push to finish it all
One push more that I needed to make me fall
You can do anything you set your mind to
Until you lose your mind, that what's left to do?
You can do anything you set your mind to
Until you lose your mind, that what's left to do?