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And hear this crucible tongue

Cooks up all its size and frowns

And pastes them to my mirrors and my walls

Sewn in at the seems

And scattered by degrees

My shiny little buttons

 And by crooked big old stones

I can't go down

I can't go down

I can't go down

 To the shore

 To wade in till waist deep

 Wasting time

 My time stretched years

 My Concrete Oaths

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I can't go down

I can't go down

I can't go down

 To the shore

 To wade in till waist deep

 Wasting time

 My time stretched years

 And Concrete Oaths

 So there it goes

 The lawn shot 6 figure salaries

 The plan of self-esteem conquering

 I conquer and thou

 Boots come find your place

 Boots come find your place

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