There's talk of mines
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where we can hide
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there's room for you
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and me inside
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oh mariel,
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sweet applepie
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you can't be shy
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or close your eyes.
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You talk of mines
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where we can hide
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until the bombs
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and floods subside
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but that hole's a drag
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it's not my bag
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it's dark and cold
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and it smells like mold
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There's a world beneath the earth
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it deals in blood and lives in dirt
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but we'll escape biblical fate
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yes, we'll be safe in a miner's grave
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There's Talk Of Mine Shafts
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| Margot And The Nuclear So And So's |
