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So here’s to your miracles 
Here’s to your prophets 
I’ve raised my glass once too many 
Too early in the day 
I will not 
I cannot change 
My skin is bare to these elements 
I have so few sins for which I’ve paid 

It begins in December 
It finishes in May 
It begins in December 
It finishes in May 

It begins in December 
and it finishes in May 

I write words for other people 
When I’ve yet to save myself 
I should know, I should fight it 

There is no ounce of my soul worth saving 
There is no ounce of my soul worth saving 
Its fair to say 
A noose is calling my name 
Safe and secure in the fact that there is no ounce… 

There is no ounce of my soul worth saving.