| My girlfriend lives in the ground
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| My friends ask why she’s not around
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| She won’t come home
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| I’m so alone
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| Ah, you’ll never know
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| You can’t bury love
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| You’ve gotta dig it up
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| Yeah, you’ve gotta live it up
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| I take her flowers each day
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| I place them over her grave
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| I want her back
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| Because I look so bad, so bad in black
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| Like a maniac
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| You can’t bury love
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| You’ve gotta dig it up
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| Yeah, you’ve gotta live it up, whoa
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| Please, darling, come home to me
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| Well, I’ll make you so happy, you will see
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| I’ll paint your room
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| In pink and blue
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| Ha, I’ll even choose the colour scheme for you
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| You can’t take away my love
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| I’ll never give it up
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| Yeah, I’m gonna dig it up
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| Right here
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| In the here and now
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| Gotta go underground
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| That’s where my love is found
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| Whoa-oh, hope I’m in
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| Oh, no
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| You can’t make me
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| Don’t, d-don't, don’t
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| Don’t tell me, I don’t want to know
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| My girlfriend lives in the ground
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| My friends, you ask me, «Why is she six feet down?»
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| I can’t tell you why, 'cause if I even try
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| I’d fall down flat on my face
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| And I’d cry
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| You can’t take away my love
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| I’m gonna dig it up, yeah
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| I’m gonna live it up, oh
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| I’m gonna dig it up, dig it up
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| I’m never gonna stop
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| Life’s like a cup
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| You’ve gotta fill it up |