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Soil Pick Me Up

still be there to pick me up? Pick up the pieces of me Pick up a piece If my world falls to pieces, will you still be there to pick me up?

you still be there to pick me up? Pick up the pieces of me Pick up a piece If my world falls to pieces, will you still be there to pick me up?

chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?) I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up Heat it up, you be leakin blood and spittin

tight. I said good-bye to the ground. Far below, a soiled man. A bucket of torn tickets at his side. He watches as the children run by. And picks

you try and shield your eye? Do you just chalk it up to a sign of the times? Do you talk about the fighting? Never stand up so much as feel uneasy Never speak up

Ohh, pick up flutes and fiddles A new tune is beginning A melody forsaken On the chords of our elders song Each note is telling a story A fragment of

me Let's finish these drinks and be gone for the night 'Cause I'm more than a handfull you'll see [CHORUS:] So kiss me I'm shitfaced I'm Soaked I'm soiled

my way, untie me I don't mind the hate, it reminds me I'm of time and space Five nomads (five) Followers of no fads Lotus stem rises up above the pedals

why you should thank the Lord That it is Him and it's not me But don't give up, it's not the end There's hope for every fallen man To pick themselves up