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I've come back from all my quitting I've come back from all my slitting Only to find that i have laid a lonely shovel in my bed I've come back from all my slitting I've come back from all my quitting Is it that every car I hear is yours coming up the hill Hey, slice up my grave I proved you my grave Diggin' up, fillin' up, get enough The only way I could do it is to run into your shovel The only way I could do it is to run into your shovel The only way I can dig is to run until you dig it The only way I can dig is to run until you dig it Rot my cot Fool for me to think You're letting me split this scene From Letras Mania