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You told me you were made of gold, walked a mile and dug a hole,and buried yourself in the dark and dirty ground, |
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With a shovel and a pirates map, |
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I made it to |
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Devil's Gap, |
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And I dug all night, but there's nothing that |
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I found,I'm trying to dig further down, |
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I'm hoping to scrape across the tip of your buried crown, |
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I'm finding the way you live to be unsound, but |
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I'm still trying to dig further down...further down |
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When I first saw your sunny style, |
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I was thinking behind a smile, and |
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I didn't run away from home and drink wine in some park, |
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And the door that ?????, you laugh with the sound of sin, and |
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I can't see your life without trying to find the dark |
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I'm trying to dig further down, |
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I'm hoping to scrape across the tip of your buried crown |
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I'm finding the way you live to be unsound, but |
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I'm still trying to dig further down...further down...further down!(Instrumental) |
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I'm trying to dig further down, |
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I'm hoping to scrape across the tip of your buried crown |
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I'm finding the way you live to be unsound, but |
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I'm still trying to dig further down...further down |
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I'm still trying to dig further down, |
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I'm still trying to dig further down |