| Picture if you will a house on the hill
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| Where the family kills each other for a place in the will
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| Understand that he came a dirty old man
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| That holds a plastic rosary in the palm of his hand
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| And under the rug you will sweep (under the rug you will sweep)
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| Secrets and promises that you can’t keep (promises that you can’t keep)
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| The dam it will leak, it will weep
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| Said «I'd like to tell you how I feel», you said «You know that can’t be real,
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| it’s much too deep»
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| Why’d you wanna watch and wait, you can’t walk on water
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| Get your feet on the ground
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| There’s a hole in the floor, hole in the door
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| Whole wide world waiting to turn you around
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| And under the rug you will sweep (and under the rug you will sweep)
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| Secrets and promises you can’t keep (promises that you can’t keep)
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| The dam it will leak, it will weep
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| Said «I'd like to tell you how I feel», you said «You know that can’t be real,
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| it’s much too deep»
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| Now how will you keep yourself busy?
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| Take the trouble you’re leaving behind
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| And dig down deep where you do not belong there
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| Shine a light where the sun doesn’t shine
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| Seven days, still no sign of daylight
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| Your tunnel’s collapsing from behind
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| And how the hell did I get to Alaska
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| Will it shine, the light where the sun doesn’t shine? |