   14 April 1998; 2.0 |
| DAVE MATTHEWS BAND Ants Marching |
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Does his teeth, Bite to eat, and he's rolling; Never changes a thing The week ends, the week begins. [5] She thinks, we look at each other, Wondering what the other is thinking, But we never say a thing, These crimes between us grow deeper. Goes to visit his mommy [10] She feeds him well his concerns, He forgets them And remembers being small Playing under the table and dreaming. Take these chances, [15] Place them in the box until a quieter time, Lights down, you up and die. Driving along this highway All the cars and upon the sidewalk People in every direction-- [20] No words exchanged, No time to exchange when All the little ants are marching Red and black antennae waving They all do it the same [25] They all do it the same way... Candyman teasing the thoughts of a Sweet tooth tortured by weight loss Programs cutting the corners Loose end, loose end cut cut [30] On the fence, not to offend Cut cut cut cut Take these chances, Place them in the box until a quieter time, Lights down, you up and die [35] Lights down, you up and die |
14 April 1998; 2.0 |