| Well I don’t want to be caught
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| In a tidal wave
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| And everything’s for naught
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| Is what the old folks say
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| Well now I find I’m distraught
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| I’m closer to my grave
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| And now I’m going to come short
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| Another goddamn day
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| When you throw my feelings on the fire
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| I can’t keep this down
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| And I feel like I won’t be afraid
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| When I’m buried in the sand
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| Well now I found myself fraught
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| And I am filled with rage
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| Another bottle’s been bought
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| To help me waste away
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| I think these chains are too taut
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| They’re cutting my rib cage
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| And if I give this more thought
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| I think I’ve gone astray
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| When you throw my feelings on the fire
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| I can’t keep this down
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| And I feel like I won’t be afraid
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| When I’m buried in the sand
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| When I’m buried in the sand
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| When I’m buried in the sand
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| When I’m buried in the sand
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| When you throw my feelings on the fire
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| I can’t keep this down
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| And I feel like I won’t be afraid
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| When I’m buried in the sand
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| Throw my feelings on the fire
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| I can’t keep this down
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| And I feel like I won’t be afraid
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| When I’m buried in the sand |