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Three unwise men travel underground |
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Feeling inside makes a buzzin sound |
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Lost their bearings lost all direction |
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Still they push on |
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These stepping-stones are all overgrown |
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Been led up the garden path |
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The voice leads them on though the face is unknown |
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They're surrounded by strangers. |
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They wanted to go there until they got there |
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Tried to find the road that led back and that no where |
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Then they turned the corner it shone |
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They found what they were looking for |
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A smile behind the door in Williamsburg |
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Three unwise men must be leaving soon |
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Feeling inside starts to fill the room |
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So naive to what the future holds |
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Still they push on. |
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These stepping-stones are all overgrown |
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Been led up the garden path |
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The voice leads them on though the face is unknown |
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They're surrounded by strangers. |
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They wanted to go there until they got there |
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Tried to find the road that led back and that no where |
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Then they turned the corner it shone |
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They found what they were looking for |
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A smile behind the door in Williamsburg |
