O Lord, I think I'm falling to my disbelief I'm cursing like a sailor and lying like a thief It's hard to heed the calling from the better side of me When I'm blaming everybody else and no one's coming clean
O Lord, can You see my thick skin wearing thin ? And the demons of a lesser me are beckoning me in Those who gathered 'round me I'm watching them all leave 'Cause I am my own ragged company
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Ragged Company- Grace Potter and the Nocturnals