| You dig down underground now
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| Through the soil, through the cooling clay
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| As the din fades above you
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| You’re moving
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| You’re secret
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| You’re nowhere
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| It’s all good
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| And no lights lead you onwards
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| No signs point you on your way
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| You’re just earth in all directions
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| It’s endless
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| It’s mapless
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| No compass
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| No north star
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| You’re all gone 'cause they can’t find you
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| You’re lost 'cause they don’t know the way
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| They blame themselves, they blame each other
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| They’re angry
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| They’re sorry
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| They’re worried
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| You don’t care
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| The shovels scrape somewhere up there
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| They just want to know if you’re okay
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| Morse code tapped with hammers
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| You hear it You know it Ignore it You’re on your way
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| Oh, but some point, oh, you’ve got to come up for air
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| You wipe the rocks and mud and dirt out of your hair
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| You’re blind and queasy with a growing sense of despair
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| You don’t know anyone
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| You look around trying to find someone you know
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| You put your hand up in the air, you kinda wave hello
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| But if they do care, oh, they’re not letting it show
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| This can’t be new to you
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| There’s a feeling coming back, connected by one thread
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| It’s pulling at your hands like a spider web
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| Like a kite that isn’t there
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| If it’s a life of possibilities that pulls you away
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| That claws and tears and challenges you to stay, well, then
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| If it’s a life of possibilities that you’ve got to live
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| Then don’t be surprised when they don’t remember you
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| Or simply don’t want to, yeah yeah yeah |