| Buried
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| When the street before my eyes
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| Wriggling in the kitchen sink
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| In enough a of fresh paint
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| Now suddenly I try to flush them out
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| Water wasn’t strong enough
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| I just pretended that it would
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| If you want it, girl go and get it
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| Pick the wound despite all that they say to you
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| What’s there to lose in making a move?
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| So I wash my hand and take a hard look at
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| Oh how
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| Finally
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| The mystery appeared before my eyes
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| Hearing her play in the grass
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| I took the marble from my
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| Very
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| I want to drag a hole into the dirt
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| My heart wasn’t strong enough
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| I just pretended that it was
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| If you want it, go go and get it
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| Even if the pain is undeniable
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| Move it and lose, making a move
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| So pack my bags and bought a ticket
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| Oh how
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| Girl, go get it
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| Girl, do you want it?
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| Understanding and feeling you’re different
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| What’s there to lose if you’ve already lost?
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| So I took my seat in the back of the car
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| Oh how I got so small
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| Like a wool in the wash
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| Oh how I got so small
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| Like a wool in the wash |