| «Rush rush rush» went the coal and went the water
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| Past the tufts, tufts, tufts, snapping trees like fingers easy as all
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| Down it comes now prepare yourself the black is gushing
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| Up, up, up to the windows, curtains and the cushions
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| Things are getting so untidy
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| Hush hush hush, if you scream then everyone will start screaming
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| Numb, numb, numb frozen limbs and frozen bottoms hold you
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| Still enough 'til you breathe in three times it will take you
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| Up, up, up high above your shoes and socks now
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| Things are getting so untidy
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| Broken are the backs of the shovel bearers
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| Smoking on their breaks
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| Cutting conversations to T.V. shows
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| And places that they long to go
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| Long before the dig began
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| And long before the dig is over |