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it's hard to get a solid breath down here |
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my lungs are burning |
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the pressure is as thick as my fear |
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but it's worth what I'm learning |
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'cause down in these depths I can see |
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our history unfurling |
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come, I'll show you what we've lost |
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light's just a memory down here |
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like lost change in couches |
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there's nothing for as far as I can see |
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but remnants of houses |
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and up and down abandoned streets |
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I count the empty cars |
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and these skyscrapers don't scrape a thing anymore |
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the earth reclaimed these homes |
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took this world in as its own |
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now it grows along the bones |
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draws life from what we'd sewn |
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there are worlds beneath our world |
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hidden deep beneath the skin |
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we always peel the layers back again |
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we peel the layers back again |
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we peel the layers back again |
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we peel the layers back again |
