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Healthy Mess:

He could try, you might think.
I'm a dark cloud with a drink.
He's a stickler, he's a freak.
I just know what's underneath.
He's a sick child.
Healthy mess.
He's controlling.
For the best.
Every devil you repeat will bring it home again.

I!  I live with no regrets.
I! Come on, come on!
I! We're the kids that'll break our backs.
I! and it'll feel alright.

He could die (die die.) He could break (break break.)
He's should back down,  what  does he think?
My only fear a little too late.
You owe your conscience, did you ever pay?
On the caravan of bad memories,
I aint no gentleman, that begs from my knees.
I stab my best, I rock till I bleed.
And you can run it all again and,

see!  I live with no regrets.
I! Come on, come on!
I! We're the kids that'll break our backs.
I! and it'll feel alright.

Beat, balls, rhythm, self.
Throw your body, get off the shelf.
Got a beat, let's rise.
This victory, is mine.

I!  I live with no regrets.
I! Come on, come on!
I! We're the kids that'll break our backs.
I! and it'll feel alright.
I!  I live with no regrets.
I! Come on, come on!
I! We're the kids that'll break our backs.
I! and it'll feel alright.

Additional Notes:

This song was released in 2012 off of The Strand: Combat Advantage.
Vocals, lyrics, songwriting, and engineering by Dave Strand. Additional contribution by Ryan Hutman in Synth and Hi Hat arrangement. Formerly known as Simple Beat or No Regrets. A blistering 174 BPM Digital mastering by Steve Laskarides of NRMastering. CD Cover art and interior art by Cloud Quinot.