178 The Stills - Everything I Build | Текст песни

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The tide is high
I've never been so low
You got room to grow
You can never look up
You can't ever look down
You get kicked around

But I built it with sand
And I built it with rock
I built it with all of the things that I'm not
And I watch from the hill as it burns to the ground
I can still see the smoke
From my train out of town
Everything I build is breaking down

I close my eyes
Scared of what I saw
Are you man at all?
Been an open book
Been a slamming door
Apple of the Trojan War

Drink a little bit
Dance a little bit
Take a chance and lose it all
I'll have no remorse no regrets
When I'm hanging from
This seventeenth floor

The tide is high
Never been so low
You got room to grow
Everything I build is breaking down

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