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In the ditch
I don’t remember falling in this time
Mud in my lungs and shit all over me
I don’t quite feel like crawling out just yet
I think I’ll be here for awhile
Dirt in the seams
I spent the day inside again, counting beans
They roll away from me and fall over the edge
Into the mud they go and I just keep counting
‘Cause losing track means starting over
I wish I could start over
I wish I could start over
I wish I could start over
Don’t look now
Here comes more dirt to fill the hole in
I think I’ll find another ditch to crawl in
Just as I’d got used to the one I’d fallen in
I thought I’d be here for awhile
I wish I could start over
I wish I could start over
I wish I could start over
I wish I could start over, start over, start over....
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