| You dig up another, hole into the wall woah
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| Watching as the people pass
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| Watching not to hear your way of thinking
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| Shuffle your feet now, dragging them across the land
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| Heavy like the dreams you had, planted yet moving in slow
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| Caught between the sea and ledge
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| You can hear the demons calling woah woah
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| Digging always is the plan
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| But it kept your mind from falling woah woah
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| Caught between the sea and ledge
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| You can hear the demons calling woah woah
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| Scratching your head now, wondering if you’re still sane
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| Is this just a game you play
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| When you got to keep you mind from slipping
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| Spread out your arms long, taking everything you can
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| Store it like a hoarding man, cause you can’t let things go
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| Caught between the sea and ledge
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| You can hear the demons calling woah woah
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| Digging always is the plan
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| But it kept your mind from falling woah woah
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| Caught between the sea and ledge
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| You can hear the demons calling woah woah
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| Don’t you let them take
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| All you wish to do
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| Caught between the sea and ledge
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| You can hear the demons calling woah woah
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| Digging always is the plan
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| But it kept your mind from falling woah woah
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| Caught between the sea and ledge
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| You can hear the demons calling woah woah
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| Digging always is the plan
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| But it kept your mind from falling woah woah |