| Underground where the fingertips call her name
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| Trapped in silence waiting on the shallow plain
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| I’m searching with my hands & bones
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| Beneath the snow, there’s something down below
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| I see her face beneath the snow
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| So I’ll keep reaching in I know there’s something down below
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| So I’ll keep reaching in How was I supposed to know?
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| I couldn’t read the words
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| On your silent tongue
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| Down the stairway of her open heart
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| Closer now to where she once belong
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| She takes me with an open hand
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| I feel her trying to get out
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| I see her face beneath the snow
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| So I’ll keep reaching in I know there’s something down below
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| So I’ll keep reaching in How was I supposed to know?
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| I couldn’t read the words
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| On your silent tongue
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| Oh, how was I supposed to know?
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| I couldn’t read the words
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| On your silent tongue
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| Underground where the fingertips call her name
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| Trapped in silence waiting on the shallow plain
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| I’m searching with my hands & bones
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| Beneath the snow, there’s something down below
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| I see her face beneath the snow
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| So I’ll keep reaching in I know there’s something down below
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| So I’ll keep reaching in I know there’s something down below
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| So I’ll keep reaching in I know there’s something down below
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| So I’ll keep reaching in So I’ll keep reaching in So I’ll keep reaching in |