Spin Doctors - Bags Of Dirt Lyrics

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The more things change the more they stay the same

And the more it rains the less I know

Why do these foreign skies change the way home?

Why do these hotel walls hang their strangeness on my own?

Oh mama I'm gonna roll with a truckload of hurt

These wheels have rolled across I don't know how many bags of dirt

Barefoot in the back of the van

Tossing an arcing empty soda can

Long ways long days waitresses frayed

And underpaid we were harried and waylaid

We arrived that evening and not a moment too soon

Finding a place it was you may say cool

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Oh mama I'm gonna roll with a truckload of hurt

These wheels have rolled across I don't know how many bags of dirt

These sketches of an infinite architecture

Are ink and unconfirmed conjecture

A dream glimpse of the puppeteer's knuckle

A fragment of a fraction of a gesture

And when the ghost whispers I'll set down all I hear

A garbled shorthand outline by a marionette in fear

Oh mama I'm gonna roll with a truckload of hurt

These wheels have rolled across I don't know how many bags of dirt

Oh mama I'm gonna roll with a truckload of hurt

These wheels have rolled across I don't know how many bags of dirt

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