Over the fence,
My foot gets a hold of the grate,
And up to the rope,
Who knows if it can’t take my weight,
But even if it frays,
Even as I scale these walls,
I believe that troubles mount,
And I believe a curse,
Holds me in her arms.
And the truth of the matter,
Is it’s all over you.
Ahead of it shouts by a mile or two,
If I sail out to the west,
Who knows if I can make the rest.
But even if I can’t,
Even if they take me back,
I believe that troubles mount.
And I believe a curse,
Holds me in her arms.
And the truth of the matter,
Is it all over you.
And the truth of the matter,
Is it all over you. All over you. All over you.
But even if I’m safe,
Even if I make it out,
I believe that troubles mount.
And I believe a curse,
Holds me in her arms.
And the truth of the matter,
Is it all over you,
And the truth of the matter,
Is it all over you.
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