This ground is too hard to break
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It ruined a pick and a spade
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Frozen and solid as a rock
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My hands are numb with the shock
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I am prepared for the dirty work
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I've grovelled for years in the bloody dirt
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I have all teh tools that I need
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And now I admit my defeat
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What will it take to cleave this earth?
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Break the ground
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It's got to break
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What will it take to cleave this earth?
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I cannot wait
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'Til spring
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My cargo is still half alive
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They twine 'round each other and cry
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They beg me to finish the task
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Will I inter them at last?
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I glare at the place
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I'd make a grave
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I carry the shame it would contain
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But thinking cannot rend a hole
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Too tired to stave off the cold
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Tundra
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| Tilt |
