My hands they tremble and I feel sick
My glass so full I can feel the grip
Of all the promises I can't keep
And all the whispers in my ear
This plough is unwanted
So heavy it cuts
Will drag it until
Something will grow right
My head so big I can feel it tilt
My eyes so dry I can see the guilt
The way it lingers in my teeth
And I feel sick I feel so sick
This plough is unwanted
So heavy it cuts
Will drag it until
Something will grow right
Underneath the cloth I can hear you breathe
It makes me sick I feel so sick
Been here before and I hate the drill
Pain so severe it takes the wheel
This plough is unwanted
So heavy it cuts
Will drag it until
Something will grow right
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