It's washing
It's washing down the sides
I do volcano chores
On my very own volcano shores
It's nothing but your simple pride
The rope is taut, the wings is wide
I see the launch, I taste the brine
On and on and on and on...

I never wanted it to stop
Testify
Know your own

I'm stumbling
I'm stumbling through your corn
The very play that placed your tone
The leery way that takes you home
A danger average subsidized
I bought the lake to stand beside
You weighed it with your salty eyes
On and on to recognize...

I never wanted it to stop
Testify
Know your own
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Heavy-hitters
Cigarettes, and the Midwest-end