This is the last ditch ever I dug
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Once there were motives but they have been lost
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Dig through the sand still you end at the rock
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This is the ditch that I dug
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These are the blankets that we should have worn
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Now marrow is soaking and taken with cold
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Us rag and bone merchants have just greed to lose
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This is the ditch that I dug
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The ditch it lies empty and waits for your laugh
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My head was your shovel and I was your back
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And sweat made the river that cut through the flat
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This is the ditch that I dug
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This is the ditch that I dug
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The crows haven't eaten the scraps they were fed
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The crows they stay honest and keep to themselves
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Their silence infected my stitches gone loose
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There will be rain today, yes
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There will be rain today
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Last Ditch
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| The Walkabouts |
