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That fool who digs his own grave |
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I'm still trying to find my way out |
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And if its the long way I'll sleep in this bed I have laid |
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The kids have fallen on blades |
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It's too late to figure out |
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It's too late for babies to beg for their bed |
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It's too late to ignore the storm up ahead |
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It's too dark to see my way out |
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Now all I can do about anything wrong is dig further down |
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Further down |
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And when we finally awake |
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We'll burn our bodies on stakes |
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A tower of ashes and sawdust will lay where our castles were made |
