| Dig deep until the air starts to cool
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| Dig until the sunlight above you seems far, far away
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| Panic grab anything you can
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| Prepare to know that you’re unprepared
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| Dig for your life, but your bones are tar
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| You won’t get very far
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| Me and the soil got a relationship
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| We know the truth: We’re gonna die
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| We’re gonna die if I
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| We’re gonna die if I
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| I can’t control it so I think I’m gonna die, and
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| We can’t agree so I think we’re gonna die, and
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| I can’t control it so I think I’m gonna die
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| We’re all gonna die
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| We’re all gonna die
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| We’re dead
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| Doomed at each turn
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| Perpetually post-traumatic
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| Anxiety is automatic
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| Dig deep
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| It’s the end but maybe not the last time
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| A heated dispute with the groundskeeper
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| But it’s not up to him who gets interred
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| Dig deeper, I swear it’s right here
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| Until it’s not and hope disappears
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| Losing to liars, black marketeers
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| Feeding on fear
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| Feeding on fear
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| Doomed at each turn
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| Perpetually post-traumatic
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| Anxiety is automatic
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| Dig deep
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| It’s the end but maybe not the last time
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| Under your fingernails, the promise of one more chance to live life
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| To live life
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| To live life
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| Before you die
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| L’Chaim
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| L’Chaim
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| To life! |