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I had a feeling it wasn't real |
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But the hole that it left followed me from the dreaming |
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The ground was moving |
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The fog was deep and my voice was inside and it told me a secret |
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Dig Dig Dig till my eyes can't see |
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I still get through and I still don't breath |
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All this hope and there's a hole in I |
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And I have to get to the other side |
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I dig through it and my skin turns thick |
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I borrow winds to the dirt in grit |
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In my shape it was in my shape |
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And yours too |
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I have a feeling |
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You won't believe when I tell you the truth |
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'Cause the truth isn't easy |
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Why cant you see it? |
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It's like a shadow of you on the wall |
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And it's waiting and its breathing |
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Dig Dig Dig till my eyes can't see |
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I still slip through and I still don't bleed |
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On this slope there's a hole and |
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I have to get my self inside |
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Telling you that it's the truth |
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I have to do this is my shadow and I see yours too |
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It waits there for you it needs to frame you |
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Climb in the hole and see |
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You're so radiant cause you're home |
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In your hole |
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Dig Dig Dig till my eyes cant see |
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I still slip through and I still don't bleed |
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On this slope there's a hole and |
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I have to get my self inside |
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Telling you that its the truth |
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I have to do this is my shadow and I see yours too |
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It's wait there for you it needs to frame you |
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Climb in your hole and see |
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I had a feeling it wasn't real |
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But the hole that is left followed me from the dreaming |
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The ground was moving |
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The fog was deep and my voice was inside and it told me a secret |
