It gets loud down here.
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Fourteen scurrying
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feet getting as far away as feet can carry.
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From under the dust I hear every one of you,
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from under the dust I can feel it all.
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I know what you're thinking.
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I know what you're saying.
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It was another time.
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I guess you were a friend of mine.
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It was another time but not much to recall.
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From under the dust I hear every one of you,
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from under the dust I can feel it all.
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I know what you're thinking.
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It isn't hard to tell at all.
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I know what you're saying.
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Your not whispering.
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From under the dust I hear every one of you,
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from under the dust I can feel it all.
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I know what you're thinking.
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It isn't hard to tell at all.
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I know what you're saying.
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Your not whispering.
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I know what you're thinking.
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It isn't hard to tell at all.
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I know what you're saying.
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Your not whispering.
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From Under the Dust
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| Letters To Cleo |
