| Up, down, tunnels underground
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| It’s your to fight off
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| Up, down, tunnels underground
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| Its your fight off
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| You dig lies to get around
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| Obvious contradictions, childish self-affliction
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| Up down tunnels underground
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| Now it’s yours to fight off
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| Up, down, tunnels underground
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| He was a spy lurking around
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| In an attempt to save you
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| I was the dove to warn you
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| Up, down, tunnels underground
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| Now it’s yours to fight off
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| Now he’s yours to fight off
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| My heart is a room in a ramshackle house
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| Where the shades have been drawn
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| And the scenery is gone
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| Where is the sun? |
| My body’s cold
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| Occasionally visitors come
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| And they knock
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| Trying to see if someone is inside
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| I try to speak but no one’s there |