| Wheels go 'round, from end to end
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| A passage run, go down, descend
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| And underground the air is stale
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| With blurring light and endless rail
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| On the wheels in motion, underground
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| Silent noise, relentless sound
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| Through shuttered aisle, the wheels go 'round
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| The day is night, yet never still
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| From port to port, with miles to kill
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| On wheels in motion, underground
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| Just the locomotion, underground
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| Windows dark, no view obscured
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| With moving eyes, no sight assured
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| Yet moving on, from place to place
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| Through corridors, without a face
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| On the wheels in motion, underground
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| Just the locomotion, underground |