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At night we plant bones |
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In the dark as you children sleep |
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You should know by now |
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There is always something moving |
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Under your feet |
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Black water runs deep |
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Underneath these titanic plates |
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Where you build your homes |
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You tie up your safety nets |
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When these plates meet |
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It is mountains they make |
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Yeah when these bones shift |
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There's an earthquake |
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Watch your step |
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You should keep your head down |
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You never know what tomorrow will bring around |
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Hold onto what good fortune you have found |
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For you are walking on |
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Unsteady ground |
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We will drill the earth |
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And you'll ride that slick |
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When it dirties your hands |
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It's a dirty trick |
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But it's like quicksand you know |
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To distinguish the top from the undertow |
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It gets harder |
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As your eyes and your bellies grow |
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Watch your step |
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You should keep your head down |
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You never know what tomorrow will bring around |
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Hold onto what good fortune you have found |
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For you are walking on |
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You love God |
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Yes, you love your president |
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You want them both |
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But we must keep them separate |
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The left hand don't know where the right hand is at yet |
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The children don't know yet that we're bombing Baghdad |
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Keep your head down |
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We are walking on |
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Unsteady ground |
