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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