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Up, down, tunnels underground |
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It's your to fight off |
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Up, down, tunnels underground |
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Its your fight off |
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You dig lies to get around |
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Obvious contradictions, childish self-affliction |
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Up down tunnels underground |
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Now it's yours to fight off |
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Up, down, tunnels underground |
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He was a spy lurking around |
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In an attempt to save you |
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I was the dove to warn you |
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Up, down, tunnels underground |
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Now it's yours to fight off |
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Now he's yours to fight off |
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My heart is a room in a ramshackle house |
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Where the shades have been drawn |
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And the scenery is gone |
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Where is the sun? |
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My body's cold |
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Occasionally visitors come |
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And they knock |
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Trying to see if someone is inside |
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I try to speak but no one's there |