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Went to war for a lovable feeling Tearing another instinct apart Held two piece, a silver quarter, while I was speeding Never wash yourself up ashore Better off with the water cut off The only living proof I got Is just the sand that I was made of Got tired building it up I found the quiet place I lost, it's just a cell upon the river Clenched to places where the bottom line Is scattered with a rain cloud I still hope to fall I'm not running, I'm not failing, nor I'm evading Wonder where the nerves are still numb Better off with the water cut off The only living proof I got Is just the sand that I was made of Got tired of building it up I found the quiet place I lost, it's just a cell upon the river Better off with the water cut off The only living proof I got Is just the sand that I was made of Got tired of building it up I found the quiet place I lost, it's just a cell upon the river From Letras Mania