| There’s a bump in the basement
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| There’s a knocking on the wall
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| In the pumping of the pistons
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| I swear I heard you call
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| There’s a bump in the basement
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| There’s a hole in the floor
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| There’s a guard in the garden
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| Locking up the door
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| There’s a rumble in the floorboards
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| No shutting out the sound
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| And the workers down below me
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| Digging underground
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| Feel the building all around me
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| Like a wrap of armoured skin
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| But the more we are protected
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| The more we’re trapped within
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| We’re building up and up
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| We’re building up and up
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| We’re building up and up
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| We’re building up and up. |
| till we can touch the sky
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| Tell it like it is
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| Till there’s no misunderstanding
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| When you strip it right back
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| Man feed machine
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| Machine feed man
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| Tell it like it is (And on this land, we cast our fortune)
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| Till there’s no misunderstanding (And on this ground, we make our home)
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| You make up what you like
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| Man feed machine
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| Machine feed man
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| Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building
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| Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building
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| Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building
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| Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building
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| Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building
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| Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building |