You dig down underground now
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Through the soil, through the cooling clay
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As the din fades above you
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You¡¯re moving
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You¡¯re secret
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You¡¯re nowhere
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It¡¯s all good
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And no lights lead you onwards
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No signs point you on your way
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Just earth in all directions
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It¡¯s endless
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It¡¯s mapless
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No compass
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No north star
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You¡¯re all gone ¡®cause they can¡¯t find you
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You¡¯re lost ¡®cause they don¡¯t know the way
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They blame themselves they blame each other
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They¡¯re angry
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They¡¯re sorry
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They¡¯re worried
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You don¡¯t care
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The shovels scrape somewhere up there
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They just want to know if you¡¯re OK
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Morse code tapped with hammers
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You hear it
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You know it
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You¡¯re on your way
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Oh, but at some point you¡¯ve gotta come up for air
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You wipe the rocks and mud and dirt out of your hair
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You¡¯re blind and queasy with a growing sense of despair
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You don¡¯t know anyone
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You look around trying to find someone you know
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You put your hand up in the air
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Just kinda wave hello
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But if they do care, oh, they¡¯re not letting it show
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This can¡¯t be new to you
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There¡¯s a feeling coming back
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Connected by a thread
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Pulling at your hands like a spider web
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Like a kite that isn¡¯t there¡¦
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If it¡¯s a life of possibilities
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That pulls you away that claws and tears
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And challenges you to stay, well, then
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If it¡¯s a life of possibilities
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That you¡¯ve gotta live then
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Don¡¯t be surprised when they don¡¯t remember you
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Or simply don¡¯t want to, yea yea yea¡¦
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A Life of Possibilities
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Dismemberment Plan |