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Walking 'round |
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Eyes upon the ground |
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For something might be found |
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Always looking down |
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Look around |
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It's one big lost and found |
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So I'm always looking down |
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Eyes upon the ground |
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Fearlessness is careless unless |
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You've got nothing left to lose |
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Or leave behind |
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Your noblesse oblige |
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Is neither wise nor kind |
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Casual indifference is |
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My rational self interest |
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I'm your shadow now |
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And what is yours is mine |
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Worms we live like |
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In the dirt |
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For worms we have become |
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Thin and on the run |
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We the parasites |
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Will always follow you |
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We'll never be untrue |
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For what else can we do? |
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Rats we live like |
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In the wells |
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Or hiding underground |
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Fearful of the sound |
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Those who fly |
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Own the sky |
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But they're always looking down |
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Eyes upon the ground |
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Fearlessness is careless unless |
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You've got nothing left to lose |
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Or leave behind |
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Your noblesse oblige |
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Is neither wise nor kind |
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Casual indifference is |
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My rational self interest |
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I'm your shadow now |
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And what is yours is mine |
