| I know I’m supposed to talk about
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| The things I said just when I stormed out
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| But honestly I don’t remember much
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| My eyes were tired, my mouth was drunk
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| And all the windows are painted shut
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| I gotta get out, I gotta get out
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| To Hell with lies, we’ve lied too much
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| I gotta get out, I gotta get out
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| «Quicksand,» she said
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| «Let me run and get a rope.»
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| «Well, hold still,» she screamed
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| «If you panic it could take us both.»
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| «Quicksand,» she said
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| «Well, it’s best to pretend to float»
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| Oh, well you move too fast
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| And quicksand’s too slow
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| Rmember to chew, thn spit me out
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| I hope my name tastes bad in your mouth
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| Pushed his hair down in his face
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| A fake last name in a brand new place
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| He watched a lie become himself
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| Smiled a lot so no one could tell
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| Himself from no one good
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| Loved a man when no one could
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| But all the vultures circle me
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| I gotta get out, I gotta get out
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| A fresh, clean start, but afraid to leave
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| I gotta get out, I gotta get out
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| «Quicksand,» she said
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| «Let me run and get a rope.»
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| «Well, hold still,» she screamed
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| «If you panic it could take us both.»
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| «Quicksand,» she said
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| «Well, it’s best to pretend to float»
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| Oh, well you move too fast
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| And quicksand’s too slow
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| Threw his hands up into the sky
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| Said, «Strike me dead if I’ve told a lie,»
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| Promised he could fix himself
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| And slowly he learned to tell so well
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| Closed her eyes
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| Said, «I'm done with it,»
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| I gotta get out, I gotta get out
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| He’s a broken record, let him skip
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| I gotta get out, I gotta get out
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| «Quicksand,» she said
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| «Let me run and get a rope.»
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| «Well, hold still,» she screamed
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| «If you panic it could take us both.»
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| «Quicksand,» she said
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| «Well, it’s best to pretend to float»
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| Oh, well you move too fast
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| And quicksand’s too slow
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| Oh, well you move too fast
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| And quicksand’s too slow |