From our EP "The plains, the parallax".
© 2004 Footsweep
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The road we're on is paved with tar, stickin' to the shoe
Of all the things I found, enough to last a sigh
I will come in to make it work, stickin' to the time
when I was drawn in God convinced that I would find
I will find it
Another season comes to an end, I give in to the room
The walls they cave and it's too dense for me to see
I will come in to make it work, stickin' to the time
when I was drunk in God convinced that I would find
I will find it
It's easier to find when seeing without a sight
In the sweep of a sound
Will I see you around
From where I creep on the ground
In the sweep of a sound
I will find it
I will find it in you
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