I've got myself deep this
time
Tons of frustration builds in mine
And it shows me nothing
It shows me nothing at all
Circle the drain
Backward solace right from your side
And you sit and criticize
Shows me nothing
It shows me nothing at all
Circle the drain
I don't need it...I don't
It shows me nothing
It shows me nothing at all
Circle the drain
I don't need it...I don't
Tons of frustration builds in mine
And it shows me nothing
It shows me nothing at all
Circle the drain
Backward solace right from your side
And you sit and criticize
Shows me nothing
It shows me nothing at all
Circle the drain
I don't need it...I don't
It shows me nothing
It shows me nothing at all
Circle the drain
I don't need it...I don't
Writer(s): Thomas Noonan, Mick Whitney, Steven Holt,
Brock Lindow
album: "Bitterness
The Star" (2002)
Turns To Ashes
One More Word
An Agreement Called Forever
Eightminutesupsidedown
Slit Wrist Theory
Bury Me Where I Fall
Dislocate
Two Months From A Year
Chalk White
All I Am
Ceramic
Circle Of Drain
Left Hand Charity
Crutch
Turns To Ashes
One More Word
An Agreement Called Forever
Eightminutesupsidedown
Slit Wrist Theory
Bury Me Where I Fall
Dislocate
Two Months From A Year
Chalk White
All I Am
Ceramic
Circle Of Drain
Left Hand Charity
Crutch
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