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don't know what is wrong
so they're knee deep
knee deep in sorrow
don't know what is wrong
so they're knee deep
knee deep in sorrow
and i caught you out red handed
knee deep in my heart
when i was upside down
and i caught you out red handed
knee deep in my heart
when i was upside down
and i'm not ready to ignite this now
knee deep in the dust
knee deep in the dust
and i'm not ready to ignite this now
knee deep in the dust
knee deep in the dust
she said catch me if you can i almost caught her
i'm knee deep now with my boots full of water
nothing but the moon light on her skin
she said catch me if you can i almost caught her
i'm knee deep now with my boots full of water
nothing but the moon light on her skin
she said catch me if you can i almost caught her
i'm knee deep now with my boots full of water
nothing but the moon light on her skin
she said catch me if you can i almost caught her
i'm knee deep now with my boots full of water
nothing but the moon light on her skin
you say you don't need me
i'm in knee deep
say ooh
you say you don't need me
i'm in knee deep
say ooh
and tiptoe through the tulips with me
knee deep in flowers we'll stray
we'll keep the showers away
and tiptoe through the tulips with me
knee deep in flowers we'll stray
we'll keep the showers away
why don't you watch where you're stumbling?
you're wading knee deep and going in
you're wading knee deep and going in
why don't you watch where you're stumbling?
you're wading knee deep and going in
you're wading knee deep and going in
the blood of his child. for this man only thirst for the blood
the blood of his child. he stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son. a decaying father has left his bastard son with his addictions by his side
when buried his tomb will breathe. his hands will rise from his shallow grave. begging only for sleep. dear father
the blood of his child. for this man only thirst for the blood
the blood of his child. he stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son. a decaying father has left his bastard son with his addictions by his side
when buried his tomb will breathe. his hands will rise from his shallow grave. begging only for sleep. dear father
but the truth is that i'm still standing
knee deep in yesterday's rain
well i ain't high and dry
but the truth is that i'm still standing
knee deep in yesterday's rain
well i ain't high and dry