Wheels go 'round, from end to end,
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A passage run, go down, descend.
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And underground the air is stale
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With blurring light and endless rail.
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On the wheels in motion, underground.
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Silent noise, relentless sound.
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Through shuttered aisle, the wheels go 'round.
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The day is night, yet never still,
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From port to port, with miles to kill.
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On wheels in motion, underground.
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Just the locomotion, underground.
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Windows dark, no view obscured.
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With moving eyes, no sight assured.
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Yet moving on, from place to place,
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Through corridors, without a face.
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On the wheels in motion, underground.
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Just the locomotion, underground.
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Underground
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| Gentle Giant |
