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another day late and another dollar short
i'll keep following these chopped up lines that lead to no x's
the buried treasure chest has relocated to a point where my shovels and i can no longer reach
i'm sinking in the sand and i've lost the hand that was there to pull me out
i'll keep walking around at night, searching for the spirit that i've broken
i'm only hoping that i can put it back, yet we know that it won't happen
to say that i don't deserve this is the understatement of the century
i've got my shovel, and i'm digging.
if i'm lucky, i'll find myself.
i'll keep following these chopped up lines that lead to no x's
the buried treasure chest has relocated to a point where my shovels and i can no longer reach
i'm sinking in the sand and i've lost the hand that was there to pull me out
i'll keep walking around at night, searching for the spirit that i've broken
i'm only hoping that i can put it back, yet we know that it won't happen
to say that i don't deserve this is the understatement of the century
i've got my shovel, and i'm digging.
if i'm lucky, i'll find myself.