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Deep down underneath all this metal and concrete |
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Is a world that we all left behind |
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And I've got a pick |
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And I've got a shovel |
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I'm gonna dig it up in time |
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And underneath this street grows a grass tall and green |
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All it needs is some sunlight |
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And if you will help me break up this concrete |
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I know we'll dig it up in time |
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And we'll burn down the towns |
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Mix their ashes with the ground |
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To make our soil rich and black |
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And we'll plant some seeds |
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And we'll grow tall trees |
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And we'll take our old world back |
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Deep down inside all those jerks that pass you by |
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And yell at you when you're on your bike |
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There's a heart in there somewhere |
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Buried down I swear |
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I'm gonna dig it up in time |
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And inside every cop is a hippy or a punk |
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They just need to be shown the light |
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And I'm gonna try |
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And I'm never giving up |
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I'm gonna dig it up in time |
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And we'll burn down the towns |
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Mix their ashes with the ground |
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To make our soil rich and black |
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And we'll plant some seeds |
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And we'll grow tall trees |
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And we'll take our old world back |
