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There's blood on my fingers

and salt on my lips.

I've been sweating through concrete

throwing hammer fists.

Riding out friday, my patience is thin,

when I wake in the morning it starts all again.

Love never left me this hard,

Pain never left me this way,

God never stomped on my world

but I'm feeling broken, whatever it takes.

If all that we had was lost

and all our spirit did break,

as long as we called the shots

then it was worth the cost.

There's dirt on my face

and I'm feeling like shit,

it's raining, hungover, the whole fucking bit.

Riding out friday, my patience is thin,

when I wake in the morning it starts all again

Love never left me this hard,

Pain never left me this way,

God never stomped on my world

but I'm feeling broken, whatever it takes.

If all that we had was lost

and all our spirit did break,

as long as we called the shots

then it was worth the cost.

If all that we had was lost

and all our spirit did break,

what would you say to me.

My love, my pain, my god

My love, my pain, my god

My love, my pain, my god

It's never too late, whatever it takes.