Out Loud

Hurry-Up Offense

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And then it hits me like a truck.
All those things that I forgot.
I'll dig my heels in, I'm tryin'.
When all these walls keep springin' up and I have only
just begun next time I'll realize I'm tryin'

They promised me that steady dripping wears away.
But now my soul's run dry I'm askin' for the strength.