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  • I put my life on hold and took you home
    Good sense shot down I placed you on a throne
    Where was the wheel that kept me on the road
    The force of nature preventing overload
    So don't you know I've been dressed to kill
    If you got the tools be careful what you build
    When the arrow's in the bull's-eye every time
    It's hard assuming that the archer's blind
    My quicksand
    Let me introduce you
    To my final stand
    I went to Paris once
    I thought I had a plan
    I woke up with an accent
    I wound up in quicksand
    My quicksand
    I was full of foreign notions at the start
    There was never once
    When I was off my guard
    For any ghost of every poet in the ground
    There's one like me
    To buy the guys a round
    My quicksand
    Let me introduce you
    To my final stand
    I went to Paris once
    I thought I had a plan
    I woke up with an accent
    I wound up in quicksand
    My quicksand
    I'm going down
    You and me together going down
    It's not what I'd been told about this town
    That when you least expect if you can drown
    In quicksand
    My quicksand
    My quicksand
    Let me introduce you
    To my final stand
    I went to Paris once
    I thought I had a plan
    I woke up with an accent
    I wound up in quicksand
    My quicksand
    My quicksand
  • I put my life on hold and took you home
    Good sense shot down I placed you on a throne
    Where was the wheel that kept me on the road
    The force of nature preventing overload
    So don't you know I've been dressed to kill
    If you got the tools be careful what you build
    When the arrow's in the bull's-eye every time
    It's hard assuming that the archer's blind
    My quicksand
    Let me introduce you
    To my final stand
    I went to Paris once
    I thought I had a plan
    I woke up with an accent
    I wound up in quicksand
    My quicksand
    I was full of foreign notions at the start
    There was never once
    When I was off my guard
    For any ghost of every poet in the ground
    There's one like me
    To buy the guys a round
    My quicksand
    Let me introduce you
    To my final stand
    I went to Paris once
    I thought I had a plan
    I woke up with an accent
    I wound up in quicksand
    My quicksand
    I'm going down
    You and me together going down
    It's not what I'd been told about this town
    That when you least expect if you can drown
    In quicksand
    My quicksand
    My quicksand
    Let me introduce you
    To my final stand
    I went to Paris once
    I thought I had a plan
    I woke up with an accent
    I wound up in quicksand
    My quicksand
    My quicksand