Out
Diggin' deeper in the sand, now the water comes up.
Cut my finger on the years oh, years oh.
What can you do? I'll remember you.
He waits for you behind the years oh, years oh.
Let it go.
Diggin' deeper in the sand, now the water comes up.
Cut my finger on the years oh, years oh.
What can you do? I'll remember you.
He waits for you behind the years oh, years oh.
Your certainty turns to doubt and you start flippin' out,
and you ease on out.
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Every poet wants to murder Shakespeare
Were just pissing on the grave of what went on before
And everyone invents the world the day that they were born
Somethings going on here and its going on without me
Im standing on the precipice and counting all my recipes
Im sick and tired of paying homage to the altar
Of the things that went before me when I wasnt born to be there
Every poet wants to murder Shakespeare
Were just pissing on the grave of what went on before
And everyone invents the world the day that they were born
Theres a painting of my lover in the corner<
Were just pissing on the grave of what went on before
And everyone invents the world the day that they were born
Somethings going on here and its going on without me
Im standing on the precipice and counting all my recipes
Im sick and tired of paying homage to the altar
Of the things that went before me when I wasnt born to be there
Every poet wants to murder Shakespeare
Were just pissing on the grave of what went on before
And everyone invents the world the day that they were born
Theres a painting of my lover in the corner<