Yer Copout

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There's a million ways to get lost and never find your out
A million ways to get water within an August drought
If you don’t have the wherewithal to figure that one out
You'd better give it up right now
And settle in with your copout

Oh these times are really tough
There is pain and there is sorrow
There's always time to lend
And there is money you can borrow
So why do today what you can always do tomorrow
Let someone else put their foot forward
You will follow
Today

And if tomorrow is thе sun
We are stuck herе on the moon
And there is nobody around who’s gonna make you leave this room
And you don't want to go
You don't want to go
Because you don't want to know

There's a million ways to get lost and never find your way out
When the things you do say nothing to
Define what your about
The devil's got his hooks in you
You're his without a doubt
You'd better give it up right now
And settle in with your copout