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Euclid Buffalo - Gone Too Far Lyrics



Euclid Buffalo - Gone Too Far Lyrics




Rope it and walk it
Or stuff it in your pocket
Guess its good for safekeeping
'Cause they're all done like
Bugs under lawnmower blades
At the mill of the gods
Like a dog unchained to old to run free
Or a fossil tooth stuck in a tree
With stray bullets
And a broken necked guitar
I find the thrill of the hunt is over
And there are only things that are
Gone too far

You poked it and popped it
Sent it off like a rocket
Now Im deeper than sleeping
But I ain't done
As the nose is growing out on my face
Getting closer to God
Like a prison break cut off at the knee
Or a turtle beached by a receding sea
With canned spinach
And a need to travel far
I find a way to start my life over
And yes we're gonna reach the stars
Thru our scars
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Rope it and walk it
Or stuff it in your pocket
Guess its good for safekeeping
'Cause they're all done like
Bugs under lawnmower blades
At the mill of the gods
Like a dog unchained to old to run free
Or a fossil tooth stuck in a tree
With stray bullets
And a broken necked guitar
I find the thrill of the hunt is over
And there are only things that are
Gone too far

You poked it and popped it
Sent it off like a rocket
Now Im deeper than sleeping
But I ain't done
As the nose is growing out on my face
Getting closer to God
Like a prison break cut off at the knee
Or a turtle beached by a receding sea
With canned spinach
And a need to travel far
I find a way to start my life over
And yes we're gonna reach the stars
Thru our scars
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Writer: Christopher Miller
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Performed By: Euclid Buffalo
Language: English
Length: 3:57
Written by: Christopher Miller

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