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The Lines of My Earth
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The lines of my earth, so brittle, unfertile, and ready to die
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I need a drink, but the well has run dry
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And we in the habit of saying the same things all over again
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For the money we shall make
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This is the last song that I write
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'Til you tell me otherwise
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And it's because I just don't feel it
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This is the las song that I write
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'Til you tell me other wise
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And it's because I just don't feel it anymore
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It should be our time
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This fertile youth's black soil is ready for rain
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The harvest is high, but the well has gone dry
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And they in the habit of saying the same things all over again
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About the money we shall make
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This is the last song that I write
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'Til you tell me otherwise
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And it's because I just don't feel it
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This is the last song that I write
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'Til you tell me otherwise
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And it's because I just don't feel it anymore
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The Lines of My Earth
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| Sixpence None Te Richer |
