| Welcome, you’re under control
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| And buried like a mole
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| A thousand feet below
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| Waiting, we’re all that we’ve got
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| Our reputation’s shot
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| A ninety storey fall
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| No one here can make a sound
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| We’re all ghosts in this town
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| We are standing in the trenches
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| Of the new underground
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| Pipe down, stay under control
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| It’s getting so absurd
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| Soon everything will turn
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| It’s our time to see the sun
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| There’ll be a crack and our day will come
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| Maybe then we’ll be the ones
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| You never can be sure, the shot heard 'round the world
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| No one here can make a sound
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| We’re just ghosts in this town
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| We are standing in the trenches
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| Of the new underground
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| No one here can make a sound
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| We’re just ghosts in this town
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| We are standing in the trenches
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| Of the new underground
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| All the walls are coming down
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| We’re still hanging around
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| We are digging in the trenches
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| Of the new underground
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| (All right, yeah, all right, uh-huh)
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| (All right, yeah, all right, uh-huh)
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| (Yeah, I got it, uh-huh, all right)
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| (Uh-huh, all right, yeah, uh-huh)
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| (Uh huh, I got it, morning, I know you are)
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| (I got it, I got it, make that shit funky, yeah) |