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Not The Land
So many miles behind, still I drive pedal down,
Off the map hours back, it's beneath the seat, I think,
With two pennies and a match and something else,
I can't remember,
But in the time that it would take to fish it out
I'll be another mile gone-
And I feel so wrong,
Trying to feel right,
In light of all the things I've past,
You'd think that I'd have learned-
This is not the land was promised me,
Even as far as my eyes can see,
I'm so wound up I can't even breathe,
I don't want words,
I just want some peace-
Its seems I've misplaced me faith,
It's 11:12 nothing's changed,
Well nothing except the channel I'm afraid,
And the number there,
No, it's the same,
Oh, this must be the savior of the month
And what I must have,
Where's the night gone?
I'm so tired and out of shape,
You've gotta get me up,
But I can't get up today-
And it's been so long
Since I've felt right,
All the rote, rehearsal, proof
You'd think that I'd have learned-
Break me-
This is not the land was promised me,
Gotta get out of bed,
Get me something to read,
Gotta feed my brother,
Not my eyes,
If not, then I'll be all I despise.
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If not, then I'll be all I despise.
Not my eyes,
Gotta feed my brother,
Get me something to read,
Gotta get out of bed,
This is not the land was promised me,
Break me-
You'd think that I'd have learned-
All the rote, rehearsal, proof
Since I've felt right,
And it's been so long
But I can't get up today-
You've gotta get me up,
I'm so tired and out of shape,
Where's the night gone?
And what I must have,
Oh, this must be the savior of the month
No, it's the same,
And the number there,
Well nothing except the channel I'm afraid,
It's 11:12 nothing's changed,
Its seems I've misplaced me faith,
I just want some peace-
I don't want words,
I'm so wound up I can't even breathe,
Even as far as my eyes can see,
This is not the land was promised me,
You'd think that I'd have learned-
In light of all the things I've past,
Trying to feel right,
And I feel so wrong,
I'll be another mile gone-
But in the time that it would take to fish it out
I can't remember,
With two pennies and a match and something else,
Off the map hours back, it's beneath the seat, I think,
So many miles behind, still I drive pedal down,
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| NNot TThe LLand |
| ot he and |
| oNt hTe aLnd |
| mot fhe kand |
| mNot fThe kLand |
| Nmot Tfhe Lkand |
| hot 5he oand |
| hNot 5The oLand |
| Nhot T5he Loand |
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| jot hhe pand |
| jNot hThe pLand |
| Njot Thhe Lpand |
| bot yhe Laand |
| bNot yThe Lnd |
| Nbot Tyhe Lnad |
| Noot 6he Lznd |
| Nt 6The Lzand |
| Nto T6he Laznd |
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| Nkt ghe Lqnd |
| Nkot gThe Lqand |
| Nokt Tghe Laqnd |
| N9t rhe Lsnd |
| N9ot rThe Lsand |
| No9t Trhe Lasnd |
| N0t Lwnd |
| N0ot Te Lwand |
| No0t Teh Lawnd |
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| Nlt Tje Lxnd |
| Nlot Tjhe Lxand |
| Nolt Thje Laxnd |
| Nit Tue Lannd |
| Niot Tuhe Lad |
| Noit Thue Ladn |
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