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Start digging... |
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You have to dig through the cold hard ground |
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To find people like me |
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They don't make 'em like this anymore |
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I'm an obsolete machine |
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So say goodbye to those empty faces |
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And run to the fields |
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And start digging the cold hard ground |
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In hopes to find me |
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Start digging... |
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Been digging for days and nights |
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Not finding a thing |
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You can barely see in this fog |
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And don't realize I'm right here |
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I've been watching you work so hard |
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Trying to get to me |
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But I don't wanna ruin that for you |
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And let you believe in me |
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So |
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Keep digging... |
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I can't barely see you now |
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Just a lump of sweat and tears |
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You've all but given up |
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And that's where I come in |
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You've been digging the cold hard ground |
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And now I'm finally here |
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But all you that you've really done |
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Is dig a grave for me |
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They were right when they said |
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I'm an obsolete machine |
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They just sent me here to show you |
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How futile faith can be |
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So, push me in... |
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Push me in... |
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Just push me |
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Final impact... |
