| Less than nothing left above the ground
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| No more reason left to stick around
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| But when you feel so small and cold
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| Surrender the controls
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| And sink down to the deeper side
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| And leave metal men behind
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| Meet me down here with the lowest of the low
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| Let me show you palaces of green
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| Floating forests just beyond the screen
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| And when you feel so small and cold
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| Surrender the controls
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| And sink down to the deeper side
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| And leave metal men behind
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| Meet me down here with the lowest of the low
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| Down here with the lowest of the lowest of low
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| Down here in the mud
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| Down here with the slugs
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| That’s the place for us
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| But you’ll never be free of machines that you need to breathe
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| If you never believe the machines aren’t really keeping you alive
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| They’re not really keeping you alive
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| And you don’t need to breathe to be here
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| In my cavern underneath the waves
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| We can find the silence that we crave
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| We’ll never feel so small and cold
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| And we won’t be controlled
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| We can live down on the deeper side
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| And leave metal men behind
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| Meet me down here with the lowest of the low
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| Down here with the lowest of the lowest of low |