Under Heaven -A Padded Room

I’ve got everything I need
To lose the day or to succeed
Lie down on a bed of nails
Drive my car until it fails
And I’ll keep my secrets to myself
On everything that happens under heaven

Though the course has often veered
From straight to frankly kind of weird
Though my hands were often tied
God’s my witness but I tried
And I’ll keep those secrets to myself
On everything that matters under heaven

You win no prize for bitterness
It could be time to reassess
Forgiving and forgetting, makes more sense to me

So we greet another day
Do we flourish or decay
Are we bucking for a star
Heading to another bar
But I’ll keep those secrets to myself
On everything that matters under heaven
But I’ll keep those secrets to myself
On everything that matters under heaven

You win no prize for bitterness
It could be time to reassess
Forgiving and forgetting, makes more sense to me

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Under Heaven -A Padded Room