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Standard (EADGBE)

Verse

 So we stepped outside the door walked into a cruel new world

Looked beneath the moss split the earth the shovel

You like knives don't strike me as the type

 That would stab me in the back to see what you could find

Chorus

And if you go digging your sure to find

The personal history I left behind

Verse

Trapped in our little minds and we were

Looking for answers we would never find

Gathered all the clues filled in all the blanks

If you like knives you don't strike me as the type

 That would stab me in the back to see what you could find

Bridge

So here we go tripping away at the rock