Well I'm down here in the well
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Looking back up at the hill
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Well I thank heavens I fell
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Must look more
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like myself
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Now everyone is so kind
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Everyone looks like
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a long lost friend of mine
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I'm on top of the world again
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When I'm looking
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up from under Babylon
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I had a home in the fields
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Earned my wage in the factories there
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And I was raised by the mill
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And I worked with my brothers there
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I told my mother I'd always write
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I headed west for the coast
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with the big city lights
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Now mamma I'm so sorry I've forgotten
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But now I'm looking
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up from under Babylon
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Now tell me how far I've been
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And how deep was I in
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Tell me how I conceived
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The vanity to believe
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That I would not be outnumbered
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By the thumbs I have been under
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Now stray dogs in the street
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Learn how to beg, steal, borrow and cheat
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And in the dead summer heat
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I fell asleep with blood on my teeth
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But those days before I met you girl
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Were just ice cream falling down
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on the shoes of my world
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I'm so happy that you're my friend
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When we're looking
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up from under Babylon
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When we're looking
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up from under Babylon
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Up From Under
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| The Wallflowers |
