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Tom Sless
Tom Sless
Songwriter
Clifton Jennings Rhoad
Clifton Jennings Rhoad
Songwriter

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Sat down on the couch on a slow rolling Sunday afternoon Took a short break from all the work I wasn't doing Multicolor pixels on all these screens Are burning these blisters in my brain Got an urge to throw it in drive Make a getaway As each horizon fades Tomorrow feels too late But I'm figuring it out Swimming through the pain And I'm never gonna drown Rolling with the waves Until I find my harbor I'll be Treading water My guitar's on the wall but lately it's just been decorative Heart's on the picket line, tired of coming in second Shouting, Time is money, and money ain't free Been spending it all on another man's dream I'm a company man Just not the chief executive Time is a swirling drain Tomorrow feels too late But I'm figuring it out Swimming through the pain And I'm never gonna drown Rolling with the waves Until I find my harbor I'll be Oh I'll be Kicking my feet harder and harder Drifting with the trade winds Lifting hand to God Feel like I've been swimming since Before I learned to walk Another trap another cage Another rat another race But I'm not afraid to dive in again I'm treading water Yea I'm figuring it out Swimming through the pain And I'm never gonna drown Rolling with the waves Until I find my harbor I'll be Oh I'll be Kicking my feet harder and harder I'll be Swimming through the pain Rolling with the waves Battling the break Swimming through the pain Rolling with the waves Battling the break Swimming through the pain Rolling with the waves Battling the break You'll see me Swimming through the pain Rolling with the waves Battling the break
Writer(s): Ethan Michael Buckner, Clifton Jennings Rhoad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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