| To the underworld I’m going down
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| Step into the ground
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| Into the breath of/from the gutter of the underworld
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| What will be I don’t know
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| And I don’t care if somebody’s asking me
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| But I never will go
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| Back to the places where I once used to be
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| I don’t care who you were
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| Cause we never stay the same
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| Every moment’s a change in the concrete game
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| I don’t care where you’ve been
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| Everybody’s astray
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| Like a homeless bird in the stormy bays
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| Of the underworld
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| Of the underworld
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| Welcome, welcome to the underworld
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| Now I’m on my way cause I’m out of bounds
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| Direction unknown which is always
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| What you don’t understand
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| Vague vision in front as the past
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| Is calling from the lost and found
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| Never ever turn around, don’t wait
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| And you’ll work it out, work it out
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| I don’t care who you were
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| Cause we never stay the same
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| Every moment’s a change in the concrete game
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| I don’t care where you’ve been
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| Everybody’s astray
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| Like a hopeless bird in the stormy bays
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| Of the underworld
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| Of the underworld
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| Welcome, welcome to the underworld |