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Your house The coffee tastes like dirt Not because I'm hurt, no That's just what it tastes like Dirt roads Remind me of my skin Not because I'm wasting away with the gravel you ground in That's what it feels like I won't be sorry, won't go moping around In fact I'm doing quite well for now There's something 'bout giving up That sounds so bittersweet Think I'll throw in the towel right now (But fold it nice and neat) I'll lay low on the ground And I'll be on my feet When I can breathe When I'm good and ready This tree With lover's heart engraved Not because I'm lonely Just because I hate it Sunshine Digs underneath my nails Not because I'm burning all my hopes Scorching all my faith as far as I can tell I'm not bitter, I'm not mouthing off words Look at my face, believe me now There's something 'bout giving up That sounds so bittersweet Think I'll throw in the towel right now (But fold it nice and neat) I'll lay low on the ground And I'll be on my feet When I can breathe When I'm good and ready There's something 'bout giving up That sounds so bittersweet Think I'll throw in the towel right now (But fold it nice and neat) I'll lay low on the ground And I'll be on my feet When I can breathe When I'm good and ready |
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