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Four years and I'm bottoming out |
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first came the flood, now there's a drought |
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48 degrees, no spring and no freeze |
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the water won't run if you don't hurry back to me |
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Two hands on the waterwheel |
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the cold creek runs through everyone from here |
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you may find another side but i |
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liked it more when you were alive |
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Four years and I'm hollowing out |
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survivor guilt and ordinary doubts |
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48 degrees, no spring and no freeze |
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the water won't run if you don't hurry back to me |
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Two hands on on the waterwheel |
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the cold creekruns through everyone from here |
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Don't lie to me, I've had those dreams |
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one tunnel leads to another |
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Don't lie to me, I've had those dreams |
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you go, I won't |
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The booming voice reverberates |
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from the bench the stained glass |
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tiny plastic keys at his fingertips |
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as they murder the hymns |
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what I didn't do doesn't matter now |
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it's far beyond repair |
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I close my eyes |
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as tight as I can |
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make it happen to me again |
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I do it all over again |
