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So what do you do for a living? |
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I dug holes |
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And what do you put in there? |
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I bury hopes |
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Born in the shadow of Babylon |
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I speak in tongues but don't understand a word |
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I know how to wield a sword |
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but never learned how to plough |
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I know how to build castles mountain high |
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That are bound to fall |
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I'm not a coward but I hide behind the words |
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I play my songs, winds carry them home |
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I know the science but the science doesn't know me |
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And every now and then I burn Rome |
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My children rule this world |
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But they're raised to fail |
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World owes you nothing |
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Promised you nothing |
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And nothingness swallows it all |
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Don't curse, don't run |
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Don't fight, don't fear |
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Grow up before you grow old |
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I really hoped that if I dig long enough |
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I'd find hell- fire, pain and death |
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But it's just mud and some plastic bags |
