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Finger Eleven Falling Behind

a hole it's hard to get for what you ask The hardest part of having a good day is making it last Seems that everywhere I turn I'm still a step behind

the sixth grade I wanted to be the school dummy And flunked outta school with the flag pole And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul Because my mother worked the fingers

just behind me, shrouding every breath I take, making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me waiting like a stalking butler who upon the finger

behind me Shrouding every step I make Breaking every promise empty Pointing every finger at me Waiting like a stalking butler Who upon the finger rests

behind me, shrouding every breath I take, making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me. Waiting like a stalking butler who upon the finger

Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! [? ? ?] Picture this as I get rugged with the scrpiture Evacuatin scenes, spreadin thoughts like a drifter I exit through my state of greater elevation

just behind me Shrouding every breath I take Taking every promise empty Pointing every finger at me Waiting like a stalking butler Who upon the finger

Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! [? ? ?] Picture this as I get rugged with the scrpiture Evacuatin scenes, spreadin thoughts like a drifter I exit through my state of greater elevation

wars Is going fast, I ran in, frantic, panic, damage, I paint Sanskrit across my canvas, outlandish Watch the constellations take shape My conscious elevate