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If you could go back to your old town |
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But this time dig a hole and tunnel underground |
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You'd be doing what |
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I doWhen I'm dreaming hard in a maze of tunnels |
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In the Andelmans' yard |
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I forgot my problems or so it seems |
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I was able to leave them in another dream |
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But I got my friends and we're running hard |
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A few feet beneath the fallen leaves |
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In the Andelmans' yard |
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When your voice is loud and |
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I'm feeling small |
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And I dont even feel like saying anything at all |
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Don't be concerned if |
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I'm caught off guard |
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My mind was trying to burrow like a groundhog |
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In the Andelmans' yard |
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Sometimes when it's dark and the dirt is damp |
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I pop up my head and |
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I don't know where the hell |
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I amThen I take my mission back to my old boulevard |
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I got things to rearrange beneath the surface |
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Of the Andelmans' yard |
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When everyone around's using surface talk |
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And all the folks seem similar everywhere you walk |
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To cut beneath those layers like a glass shard |
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Come with me to my old streeet and we'll run beneath |
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The Andelmans' yard |
