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Hot Water Music No Division

we can waste we can come and go we can act like we don't know about suffering and pain we can live our lives in shame for never helping anyone we know

...and the old days how did anyone make it through them that way we fought it all all the problems that we saw but we couldn't see straight...and for

i know the sink and the rot got feeling "is this happening to me" and i know what it's like to want to end it all driving home between the lines in the

we've been locked up and run right down been pushed aside for speaking out against ways of division set to hold us down to put us back in line when we

so i ask myself are we too far gone because ever since we put our hands on the mill we've been cutting strong blind to life and the consequences of taking

i've gotten the scars to remind me i've watched the clocks go around i've walked myself through some days that have put me where i am in another time

How do we get back away from the grind that gives no slack to the frames the ones we filtered first which widened our eyes through their colors shapes

levelling Of everything I've seen it washes away Everything that I would ever say that I cling to Sometimes the lemmings make sense such total sense Well I'm a pale of water

One man's bet is another man's debt One woman's love is another woman's violence One woman's style is another's chance to be cruel a while This man's