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Out of the dirt, out of the dirt, back into the dirt we go
Nothing to lose, nothing to lose, looking for a way back home
How do I sleep? How do I sleep? Sleeping pretty good at night
Riding a wave, riding a wave, dreaming of a wave so high
Hand full of thorns
Pulled from my side
Crown made of make believe
Dreaming of a wave so high
Sing me a song
Before we all fade
All of the secret words
Written underneath the paint
Out of the dirt, out of the dirt, back into the dirt we go
Nothing to lose, nothing to lose, looking for a way back home
Susan gave me 12 tones, showed up at my door
With a painting of the moon behind a wave
Numbers of the Pantone shining on the floor
And they're changing with the colors of the day
We will meet, we will meet
We will meet again someday
We will meet, we will meet
We will meet again someday
Susan gave me 12 tones, showed up at my door
With a painting of the moon behind a wave
Numbers of the Pantone shining on the floor
And they're changing with the colors of the day
We will meet, we will meet
We will meet again someday
We will meet, we will meet
We will meet again someday
Out of the dirt, into the clouds, bucket of rain, back in the ground
Out of the dirt, into the clouds, bucketful of rain, back into the ground
Out of the dirt, into the clouds, bucket of rain, back in the ground
Out of the dirt, into the clouds, bucketful of rain, back into the ground
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