Crawling with Idiot

"It's crawling with idiot
I'm itching to leave
I'm soft with fatigue, I need something,

You're blue collar pride
And you're loose cotton cool
You're wilting a little
Nothing grows down here..."

 

Elbow: Crawling with Idiot
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In My Time of Need

"Summers is miles and miles away
And no one would ask me to stay
And I should contemplate this change
To ease the pain
And I should step out of the rain
Turn away..."

Opeth: In My Time of Need
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