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Tunnels |
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I knew no vices and I knew no sins |
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I knew the words but they didn't sink in |
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Stayed out those tunnels that pull people down |
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There's more of those tunnels in your home town |
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Fell far from grace, so far I couldn't see |
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And oh, underground, I wasn't that far from the tree |
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We're all digging if you wanna know |
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Fixing, digging far too slow, far too slow |
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We dug for money, we shoveled four tons |
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And the end wasn't funny though we'd all had fun |
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Limping and broken the tunnel fell in |
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I've been limping from tunnels since my original sin |
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Birthright's a trouble, my father dug too |
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He got where he was going at the age of sixty two |
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We're all digging if you wanna know |
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Fixing, digging far too slow, far too slow |
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A new pair of boots and a chisel in your name |
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Says we could be in the same hole attracting the same blame |
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If I knew the way to the ornamental tree |
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I would tell you, we'd be jailbirds, I'd be winking twice for free |
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Don't call on your brother, odds are he's here and all |
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Being gentle with the people who were knock-kneed from the fall |
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We're all digging if you wanna know |
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Fixing, digging far too slow, far too slow |
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We're all digging if you wanna know |
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Fixing, digging far too slow, far too slow |