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And hear this crucible tongue

Cooks up all its size and frowns

And pastes them to my mirrors and my walls

Sewn in at the seems

And scattered by degrees

My shiny little buttons

And by crooked big old stones

I can't go down

I can't go down

I can't go down

To the shore

To wade in till waist deep

Wasting time

My time stretched years

My Concrete Oaths

Instrumental

I can't go down

I can't go down

I can't go down

To the shore

To wade in till waist deep

Wasting time

My time stretched years

And Concrete Oaths

So there it goes

The lawn shot 6 figure salaries

The plan of self-esteem conquering

I conquer and thou

Boots come find your place

Boots come find your place

Place Place Place