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It's eight in the morning I'm reading the lines on the pavementI don't know where the hell last night goneI came here to listen but you took me straight to helland buried me behind the wishing wellCould have been the Firelinesor the fact that I'm scaredCould've been the weight outside that caught me unaware?and buried me with the things I couldn't shareIt's late in the day and there're reading my rights at the stationI don't know to whom these things belongThese things come to try us and test our caution shellsand bury us behind the wishing wellCould have been the Firelinesor the fact that I'm scaredCould've been the weight outside that caught me unaware?and buried me with the things I couldn't shareNow bury me with the things I wouldn't share From Letras Mania