| I hear you calling
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| But I’ll stay quite til you go
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| You might be that jackal
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| That tries to steal my bones
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| Or you might be that preacher man
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| That tries to cleanse me with his dirty hands
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| Or you might be the voice of reason
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| Convincing me to stand
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| I cannot fall
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| From the lowest place on earth
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| I hear you begging
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| It’s best if I come up for air
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| This well is dry
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| I guess you were unaware
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| You could join me
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| In my world below
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| And come what may
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| But then again
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| I’d reconsider
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| You wouldn’t like what’s down here anyway
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| I cannot fall
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| From the lowest place on earth
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| I hear the sun still rises
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| But there’s to many guises
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| Lucky for me
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| I’m at the lowest place on earth
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| I cannot fall |