Dirt

Sleep, before the morning takes hold
 'Cause in a moment we'll be tired and weak
 Buried like the dog in the back of the yard
 And find, a good philosophy
 Before the weight of all the numbers comes crashing into reality
 We're bound to this dirt
 Where lovers have come and gone
 Haunting it like a ghost
 And now she's still hurt
 But we're finding a new home
 Along the Atlantic Coast
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 Peek, through your cracked eye lids
 'Cause everything is not as it seems
 It's just what people try to make of it
 And life, is 'bout as easy as a dream
 You struggle till you find that nothing really matters at all
 We're bound to this dirt
 Where lovers have come and gone
 Haunting it like a ghost
 And now she's still hurt
 But we're finding a new home
 Along the Atlantic Coast
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 We were smoking away the desire
 Never wanted to say he was right
 Till the cracks in the door broke the fire
 You won't have it
 You won't have it
 We were smoking away the desire
 Never wanted to say he was right
 Till the cracks in the door broke the fire
 You won't have it
 You won't have it
 We were smoking away the desire
 Never wanted to say he was right
 Till the cracks in the door broke the fire
 You won't have it
 You won't have it