One time was not enough. Fourteen and lost, combing through the jungle sounds.

The taste hit buds and got stuck like a desert island citizen. Irony settles the feeling

of unease, I mean check it out, there's a decade on the way. It's all been done and done

again and like hell am I changing. We got the tools you got the job, it's where we both

belong. It's all been done and done again and like hell am I changing. We got the tools

you got the job. It's where we both belong. Let's catch up. We're wading deep and smiling

wide, pan in water, sifting what we find. We're not leaving here empty-handed. It's all been

done and done again and like hell am I changing. We got the tools you got the job, it's where 

we both belong. It's all been done and done again and like hell am I changing. We got the tools

you got the job, it's where we both belong. It's where we both belong.