| It seems hopeless floating on this winding river
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| It seems that I’ll never get to where I’ll lay
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| Oh so softly on a bed head on a pillow
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| Know the road can make a man forget his age
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| Touch me baby till I forget my own name
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| Touch me gently on the head or through the veins
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| I’ve been rowing 'round in circles 50 days
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| I’ve been rowing 'round in circles 50 days
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| Forget about it
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| Money come, money go
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| Hustling hard trying to paint plastic gold
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| Happy in my Connecticut hole
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| Got that Hemingway shotgun to the head swagger though
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| Sometimes feel like a jaded mess
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| I’m the ashes of David Koresh or less
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| Tangled in webs
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| Even at my best there will never be an S emblazoned on my chest
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| So what’s next?
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| So what’s next?
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| It seems hopeless floating on this winding river
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| It seems that I’ll never get to where I’ll lay
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| Oh so softly on a bed, head on a pillow
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| Know the road can make a man forget his age
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| I’ve been rowing 'round in circles 50 days
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| I’ve been rowing 'round in circles 50 days
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| Money come, money go
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| Many men make many mistakes over money though
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| That’s the road
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| Always surrounded but still alone
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| Spent my last dime trying to live in a musical
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| Never lost sight of my goals, but it’s so cold
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| With rats crawling into your home
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| That clichéd cloud over my head is so real
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| My Grandmother’s death was so real
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| I’m so fake
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| Ten cop guns to my head were so fake
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| Can’t feel a goddamn thing, but I’m awake
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| Will I ever learn from these stupid fucking mistakes?
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| Rowing in circles trying to turn ponds to lakes
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| I’m so me so bored of it
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| Bullet in my mouth spit out ornaments
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| Was I really born for this shit
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| Or will I be torn to bits
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| By a swarm of regrets
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| Is that it? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rowing In Circles , by - Ceschi. Song from the album Broken Bone Ballads, in the genre Альтернатива