Damien Rice - Sand

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    Damien Rice - Sand konusu You keep me in a glass jar sealed with a label
    You think you know my world
    Wake up young girl
    Take a thrust of lust if you must now
    you've got a lot to learn
    My love my life my work my time
    I give them all to you
    Your hand in mine we walk we talk in ryhme
    We go the whole night through

    I'm not a grain of sand
    I don't care what's written in your hand
    It's bound to change

    Sore bored and I'm lost cost cold
    Getting older
    Wrap it up rip it up now
    Have it sold
    I'm a grower
    Any more any more any more any more...
    I wanna be with you
    Just wanna be with you

    But you tease me
    And it shows in the way that you play
    You think you know my love
    Wake up young girl
    And take a taste
    Not a bite not a bite of a life now
    Can tell you never come yeah well
    My will my mind
    My lips my lines
    I've got them all over you

    Your taste combined
    With all the years of wasting time
    I've got a hold on something new
    I'm not a grain of sand
    I don't care what's written in your hand
    Cause it's bound to change

    So I'm bored and I'm lost cost cold
    Getting older
    Buy the book rip it up now
    Have it sold I'm a grower
    Any more any more any more any more
    I wanna be with you
    Just wanna be with you
    I don't wanna pray for what is not right
    And I don't wanna beg for what is not mine
    I don't wanna rock the road between dreams and worldly things
    I could charge and I could really try
    But I don't wanna be the brave one
    In a senseless fight
    I I I just wanna be here tonight

    Sore bored and I'm lost cost cold
    Getting older
    Wrap it up rip it up now
    Have it sold I'm a grower
    Any more any more any more any more
    I wanna be with you Just wanna be with you

    Sore bored and I'm lost cost cold
    Getting older
    Buy the book rip it up now
    Have it sold I'm a grower
    Any more any more any more any more

    You keep me in a glass jar sealed with a label
    You think you know my world
    Wake up young girl
     

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