| The horde from the opened earth swarm to devour
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| Swallow me whole, no final hour
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| When you call for me and I’m not to be found
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| Check the hiding places then check underground
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| Spitting out one thing to swallow another
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| It’s no wonder why the urge returns like hunger
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| When you search for me and I’m nowhere around
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| Don’t waste your time looking. |
| I’m underground
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| Making allies of hardship and grief
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| Here I lie silent beneath
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| With my knives I’m armed to the teeth
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| Gone hunting for the thief
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| I’m sending graveyard postcards which tell of your fear
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| When turned over read: «Wish you were here.» |