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Bottles And Jars by Fur Patrolالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

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I am twisting all the dials
And Im tweaking all the buttons
And Im sure that pretty soon
Pretty soon all of a sudden
It will hit me why Im here
What I came for why Im leaving
Why you're gone why you're gone why you're going why your gone
I am dipping both my feet into the waters of both rivers
Under both sides of this bridge that I have built to sit and think on
I have built from bank to bank
I have built to sit and think on, sit and think on
Think of you think of you sometimes
I am pacing up the corridor
And pacing down the hallway
I am pacing in the kitchen
In the bathroom, through the doorway
Of my bedroom, past the living room
I panic past the front gate
Till it happens, till it happens
Something had to happen
I am hammering the seconds on the table with my pencil
And my feet dissect the minutes through the hours
And the calendar you gave me I have shredded page from page,
Day from day from page from day
I cannot breathe for fear of failing
I cannot see all these bottles full of nervous words
And jars of lame excuses
All these bottles and jars of lame excuses


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