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It gets loud down here.
Fourteen scurrying
feet getting as far away as feet can carry.

From under the dust I hear every one of you,
from under the dust I can feel it all.
I know what you're thinking.
I know what you're saying.

It was another time.
I guess you were a friend of mine.
It was another time but not much to recall.

From under the dust I hear every one of you,
from under the dust I can feel it all.
I know what you're thinking.
It isn't hard to tell at all.
I know what you're saying.
Your not whispering.

From under the dust I hear every one of you,
from under the dust I can feel it all.
I know what you're thinking.
It isn't hard to tell at all.
I know what you're saying.
Your not whispering.

I know what you're thinking.
It isn't hard to tell at all.
I know what you're saying.
Your not whispering.

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From Under the Dust
Letters To Cleo



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