| When the order came to dig the well
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| To crack the earth to pull the oil
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| To take the blood out from my mother’s veins
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| Well I broke the ground to feed the mouth
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| I did not here the warning sound
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| I could not put back in what I took out
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| How was I to know
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| How was I to know
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| I’d be a stepping stone
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| To the end
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| The end of everything
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| How was I to know
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| On the day I built a house so high
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| It’s antenna did scrape the sky
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| Well everyone applauded in my shadow
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| So my neighbour built a higher one
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| Then again his neighbour after him
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| Till racing through the clouds was all that mattered
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| Up and up the buildings went
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| Glass and stone and hard cement
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| Till all the green was left to die below
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| How was I to know
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| How was I to know
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| I’d be a stepping stone
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| To the end
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| The end of everything
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| The end of everything
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| How was I to know
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| Long ago I caught a pretty fish
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| Blue and silver and delicious
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| And I knew she’d line my pockets green
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| So I bought a bigger boat that had
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| A net to scrape the ocean and
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| I fished until one day that net was empty
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| How was I to know
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| How was I to know
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| I’d be a stepping stone
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| To the end
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| The end of everything
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| How was I to know
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| And how are we to now
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| Turn these stepping stones around
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| Back to everything that matters
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| Can that place even be found or is it lost
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| Forever
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| The end of everything
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| The end of everything
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| How was I to know?
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| How was I to know? |