Saturday, October 07, 2006

Vicariously

I'm lying by the skin of my teeth
I'm dying bye the fish on the reef
I'm floating underneath the beneath

I'm sinking
I'm sinking
I'm sinking

I'm lying by the fish on the reef
I'm trying not to give you relief
I'm hoping to keep

On sinking
On sinking
On sinking

I'm flying underneath the belief
I'm trying hard not to give you relief
I'm trying not to sing out of tune

I'm syncing
I'm syncing
I'm syncing

You're lying just to give me relief
I'm trying not to give into belief
I'm flying by the skin of my teeth
I'm sunk

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