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Ten feet deep, but I'm far from the grounding
Losing my feet and I keep drowning
On a one way street you got me surounded
(On a one way street you got me surounded)
You got a one track mind like a drive in
I can hear the graveyard sing now you got me flat linen
Trying to make my way back to the silence
(Trying to make my way back to the silence)

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