Done With Funk

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The Brokedowns - Rock

Done With Funk

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Drive down, deep enough where you can't hear any sound You locked yourself inside yourself and you never came out Pulled yourself out of the ocean Traded your gills and fins for feet At best you barely make through the motions It's obvious upright isn't a perfect way to be So sink, just sink See what underneath The upper air is poisonous The bottom is where you breath So sink, just sink You've seen all you can see The land is full of famine And the bottoms where you feed Slow death, you're choking on the slow breath Going over the moment You split for the land and abandoned the sea You were living in the moment Fins or feet? Fins or Feet? You can't have both, you're just too broken And we're to tired of hoping you'll find the right place to be So sink, just sink See what underneath The upper air is poisonous The bottom is where you breath So sink, just sink You've seen all you can see Sink like a fucking stone The bottoms where you're free

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