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Fur Patrol – Bottles And Jars lyrics
I am twisting all the dials
And I'm tweaking all the buttons
And I'm sure that pretty soon
Pretty soon all of a sudden
It will hit me why I'm here
What I came for why I'm leaving
Why you're gone why you're gone why you're going why your gone
I am dipping both my feet into the waters of both rivers
Under both sides of this bridge that I have built to sit and think on
I have built from bank to bank
I have built to sit and think on, sit and think on
Think of you think of you sometimes
I am pacing up the corridor
And pacing down the hallway
I am pacing in the kitchen
In the bathroom, through the doorway
Of my bedroom, past the living room
I panic past the front gate
Till it happens, till it happens
Something had to happen
I am hammering the seconds on the table with my pencil
And my feet dissect the minutes through the hours
And the calendar you gave me I have shredded page from page,
Day from day from page from day
I cannot breathe for fear of failing
I cannot see all these bottles full of nervous words
And jars of lame excuses
All these bottles and jars of lame excuses
And I'm tweaking all the buttons
And I'm sure that pretty soon
Pretty soon all of a sudden
It will hit me why I'm here
What I came for why I'm leaving
Why you're gone why you're gone why you're going why your gone
I am dipping both my feet into the waters of both rivers
Under both sides of this bridge that I have built to sit and think on
I have built from bank to bank
I have built to sit and think on, sit and think on
Think of you think of you sometimes
I am pacing up the corridor
And pacing down the hallway
I am pacing in the kitchen
In the bathroom, through the doorway
Of my bedroom, past the living room
I panic past the front gate
Till it happens, till it happens
Something had to happen
I am hammering the seconds on the table with my pencil
And my feet dissect the minutes through the hours
And the calendar you gave me I have shredded page from page,
Day from day from page from day
I cannot breathe for fear of failing
I cannot see all these bottles full of nervous words
And jars of lame excuses
All these bottles and jars of lame excuses
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