Lyrics - Ground Underfoot - Dirty Projectors
You didn’t say what you meant.
How should I have known it?
If not for ground underfoot.
I might have laid my back in it.
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I might have laid my back in it.
For long I lay asunder.
And the noted sense of the bored
Under which you suffer.
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When I escape Tuesday.
There will not be an email.
There will not be a phone call.
When, distracted by the oil,
Then I’ll be gone and all will be well.
Yeah, all is gonna be well.
