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Leave the spider webs on the ceiling
They won't hurt me while I'm sleeping
Cuz the life that I'm leading
Already sucks me dry
The riverbeds in my mind
Shrivel up and die
Lying to myself
It wasn't an escape I planned myself
I was only waiting for a
Little bit of help
No matter how hard you try
You can't break ground
The caliche's too hard
Soaking in the ground
I dig up as you dig down
Lying to myself
It wasn't an escape I planned myself
I was only waiting for a
Little bit of help
I was only waiting for a
Little bit of help