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Friday Zen

Maybe something’s in the water
Tell us if we’ve gone too far

This is the sound we make
This is the forward pace
This is not saving grace

We are the rest of us
We are the ambulance
This is not glorious

We survive, we fall apart through the country lines owning up to what we
are,
In the bus or the car, take her in but you can’t ignore the undertow is at
your neck,
It will eat you if you aren’t strong enough…I’ll take over
This is not saving grace

We are the rest of us
We are the ambulance
This is not glorious

Sleep is harder than, angels to come across,
And you’ve been breaking promises with the risk of losing it all for what,
Oh you know It’s not enough, and the poison leaks through the tar,
Everyone is falling apart while lovers wait in far away lands,
Is there nothing quite as strong as glue?
Someone tell me
How much longer can we take this?
How much farther can we drag ourselves?
Maybe something’s in the water
Tell us if we’ve gone too far…