| The grind, the special grind, you know the one defines you
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| Three dimensions still some things to figure out
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| If you’re saving memories, that’s wrong, but don’t worry
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| The sun will burn them out
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| Crossing off the list all the useless things we’ve done
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| Dreaming about starting over
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| Don’t recall the places that unwind you
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| Hold the rock over your head and say goodbye
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| Push the rock into the hill and say goodbye
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| Hear the walls out, hear your tendons now
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| No one belongs here
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| The face turns to uncertainty again
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| Try telling skin to start over
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| All I can do is chew on the inside of my mouth
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| Too much current through salt water
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| And the road, same and distant on the few days you can see it We’re the blind
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| rats with the bricks, gallons of cement and building Low houses in the desert,
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| watch the sand
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| A tiny heart inside this body
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| Quiet murmurs just to stay alive |