Lyrics

Spare me the details
Tie me to the mast
Tomorrow we sail
This is my last day working in retail
We're starting a countdown
To the end of time itself
When new ideas come along
Put them back on the shelf
You gotta have tunnel vision
No attachments
Not coming back from this mission
Watch hands stop
Wash hands again
Losing circulation
Written by: Andrew Kamen
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