I've had a year spent in dust in dirt
I am leathered, stretched thin
Coming out a a final attempt to tell you
I am dry
Dry
Suckered by a youthful muse
Is there virtue in seeing it through
Acting childlike I'm feeling my instincts fail me
I am dry
Can you hold me
Under the sea
Let me drown to a degree
I am dry
I am dry
It might be time to stop looking
You need to let it go
You need to let it go
You need to let it go
You need to let it go
Do I need to let it go
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