| Way way down in a hole, there’s no feeling
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| Cause when you’re so far beneath the floor, everything’s a ceiling
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| We dug it down as deep as we could just like we planned it
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| But when you climbed out you pulled the ladder and it left me stranded
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| So what am I supposed to do?
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| I’m calling out to you
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| But you’re miles away, it’s true
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| Digging with someone new
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| So far down in this hole, there’s little daylight
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| I feel the shards of the midday sun and then it’s black as midnight
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| The only stars I see in the sky, they don’t move me
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| Cause they’ve all been dead for millions of years, they’re just light diffusing
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| And the constellations move and the brightest point is full
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| But every telescope you see, was pointed only at you
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| And I’ve got nowhere to go except further below
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| So I keep digging
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| And it gets darker everyday
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| But I see no other way than just committing
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| And if the earth is as round as they say
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| Then I won’t find another place
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| From where I break back through
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| It’s farther away from you
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| It’s farther away from you
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| So what am I supposed to do?
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| I’m calling out to you
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| But you’re miles away, it’s true
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| Digging with someone new
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| So what am I supposed to do?
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| I’m calling out to you
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| But you’re miles away, it’s true
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| Digging with someone new
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| Digging with someone new
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| Digging with someone new |