By the time I reach tomorrow
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I won't be me any way
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And I'm not collecting sorrow
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Don't disengage
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You can't finger what you filter
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When it travels like the clouds floating away
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I thought he'd never take it far
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I can see where this is going
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As the undertow is pulling me down
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With your cross examination
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I'm receding in the teeth of your plow
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But I won't dig my own grave
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By the time I reach tomorrow
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Will you be there in the you
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Is your pride too big to swallow
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Know what's true
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Did you figure I would falter
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When I travel like the clouds floating away
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I thought he'd never take it far
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I can feel I'm getting smaller
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As your twisting every word that I say
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There's a snare in the forest
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Under brush where you want me to play
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But I won't dig my own grave
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No I won't
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Won't dig my own grave
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Bayonne
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Bayonne
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Bayonne
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Bayonne
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| Elysian Fields |
