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Spitbox
05:52
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World turning too fast to
dig my grave, I
guess i'll have to live a-
nother day, it
hurts to shine, yeah
like glass staining your spine
Moving pictures
drawing on my mind
an artist's hands made me a
little kinder, it
hurts to pine, yeah
like a cold wind crying
HAD A SHOEBOX FULL OF SPIT
EVERYBODY WANTED TO STICK THEIR SISTERS IN IT
but we couldn't find the time
trading souls
for dimes ...
drive slow
drive on a flat line
i'm getting littler all the time
old max would walk me home
when he was aching for your bed
we didn't know where he came from
but we thought he would stay the night
i'd like to keep you safe this time
but i can't
do for you
what other people might,
never was one for
looking forward
AND WE'VE GOT NOTHING TO GO ON HERE
I'M SWIMMING THRU YOUR SHADOW MY DEAR
and when you come
waiting for me
i can see you're real happy
so why
don't you smile
Pack you your lunch my lungs in a sack
Carry me cross country on your back
I heard you're doing fine ...
Well so am I
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2. |
Spitbox (Radio Edit)
03:33
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World turning too fast to
dig my grave, I
guess i'll have to live a-
nother day, it
hurts to shine, yeah
like glass staining your spine
Moving pictures
drawing on my mind
an artist's hands made me a
little kinder, it
hurts to pine, yeah
like a cold wind crying
HAD A SHOEBOX FULL OF SPIT
EVERYBODY WANTED TO STICK THEIR SISTERS IN IT
but we couldn't find the time
trading souls
for dimes ...
drive slow
drive on a flat line
i'm getting littler all the time
old max would walk me home
when he was aching for your bed
we didn't know where he came from
but we thought he would stay the night
i'd like to keep you safe this time
but i can't
do for you
what other people might,
never was one for
looking forward
AND WE'VE GOT NOTHING TO GO ON HERE
I'M SWIMMING THRU YOUR SHADOW MY DEAR
and when you come
waiting for me
i can see you're real happy
so why
don't you smile
Pack you your lunch my lungs in a sack
Carry me cross country on your back
I heard you're doing fine ...
Well so am I
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