In a way it broke my spine.
Before that i was doing fine.
Now i feel low as six feet down.
Could i be the one you're looking for.
Buried alive all the time.
But the doctor said i'm fine.
Must be a problem with my mind.
Can doctors help me with the life i want?
Better drink between the pines.
Lay awake near the railway lines.
Dance a jig among the blind.
And speak no ill words anymore.
This is the song of our intwine.
Where we were doing fine.
And i need a rowboat
To cross the lake that keeps us in divide
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