Song: Rowing a Dead Horse
Artist: Kind of Like Spitting
Pretty short, simple song but I saw it wasn't up and thought some other KOLS
fans would appreciate.
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Chasing the lie, tracing our scars, moaning for help, to be held.
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And every day we feel further away from ourselves.
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The concrete is wet I feel too comfortable.
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My responses are limited to reactions.
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And everything dies its little deaths everyday.
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So with my head up my ass and my foot on the gas.
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I set out to write a synonym for loss.
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Hands caught in the door and my face on the floor,
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I'll write one for you.