I promised myself I'd keep the corpse out all night
I'll find a reason for writing about love
Then feel okay with everything done in this bed
I promised myself I'd find myself lost at sea
I'll buy into the myth of more enthusing local forecasts
Maybe I'll shed this skin somewhere that crushes with its night sky
Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope?
Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope?
Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope?
Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope?
To love yourself until you do the right
For dragging you dying body up the beach
For making new mistakes
To keep going on and on about this
Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope?
(I'm starting to find out where I belong)
Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope?
(I'm starting to find out where I belong)
Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope?
(I'm starting to find out where I belong)
Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope?
(I'm starting to find out where I belong)
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