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This is the last ditch ever I dug |
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Once there were motives but they have been lost |
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Dig through the sand still you end at the rock |
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This is the ditch that I dug |
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These are the blankets that we should have worn |
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Now marrow is soaking and taken with cold |
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Us rag and bone merchants have just greed to lose |
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This is the ditch that I dug |
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The ditch it lies empty and waits for your laugh |
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My head was your shovel and I was your back |
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And sweat made the river that cut through the flat |
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This is the ditch that I dug |
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This is the ditch that I dug |
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The crows haven't eaten the scraps they were fed |
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The crows they stay honest and keep to themselves |
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Their silence infected my stitches gone loose |
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There will be rain today, yes |
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There will be rain today |
