Three Fingers In Lyrics

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Well it would take a mountain of men to move me
And that would be a long way from the way that you spoke in your head so clearly
without break or breath or words redefining
I was stuck on my pride and the skin and the sinking it in and you told me "Wipe your brow,
clean me off, give me time to figure it out."
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Some songs we could sing and never mean it
Some songs leave a ring and you hate the few who were bold
Some burn up the sleeve and drive too far to remember
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well I wasn't lost, I was here. I was three fingers in
I was the junkyard and the bumper for the few feeling left
I was the cold nail and the ice on the sheets of the trenched and the soaking wet
Well it'd be the bit and the reins that broke all the teeth in the mouth
and it'd be the whip on the foreskin for the few that had some left to spare
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Some songs we could sing and never mean it
Some songs leave a ring and you hate the few who are bold
Some burn up the sleeve and drive too far to remember
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