Wool On Wolves
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I am the sound beneath the dirt
Fingers like worms begin to work
They donât have eyes but they always see
The way that you hate to love me
The moon pulls ocean tides
Back and forth our little lies
And oh the ocean tides
Back and forth our little lies
You said that it ainât nothing new to me
Just like one plus one makes three
But darlinâ if youâre divided you canât subtract
The things we fear that hold us back
And oh, the moon pulls ocean tides
Back and forth our little lies