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Lovely Mess


If you need to find me, I’ll be at my grinding stone

It’s where I make a little something for my own

Can’t say I really mind that each day’s a bit the same

I just want to leave a good mark on my name

Sure, I’ve laid all my cards out on the table

And I’m neck deep but ready and able

We’re all in it, yes, you’re in it, too

And if I’m honest, I really must confess

I find the whole affair to be a lovely mess


Every single day I've got to muscle up behind the plow

I’ve got mouths I need to feed you know; some way, some how

I’m no man’s judge, I’m no man’s jury

I harbor no blame, I harbor no fury

But it’s plain to see there’s too many kings

And too many thrones with hearts turning to stone

You see, we’re all in it, yes, you’re in it, too

And if I’m honest, I really should confess

I find the whole affair to be a lovely mess

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