Welcome
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You're under control
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And buried like a mole
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A thousand feet below
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Waiting
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We're all that we've got
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Our reputation's shot
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A ninety-story fall
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No one here can make a sound
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We're all ghosts in this town
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We are standing in the trenches
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Of the new underground
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Pipe down
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Stay under control
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It's getting so absurd
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Soon everything will turn
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It's our time
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To see the Sun
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There'll be a crack
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And our day will come
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Maybe then we'll be the ones
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You never can be sure
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The shot heard 'round the world
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No one here can make a sound
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We're just ghosts in this town
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We are standing in the trenches
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Of the new underground
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No one here can make a sound
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We're just ghosts in this town
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We are standing in the trenches
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Of the new underground
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All the walls are coming down
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We're still hanging around
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We are digging in the trenches
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Of the new underground
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(All right, yeah, all right, uh-huh)
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(All right, yeah, all right, uh-huh)
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(Yeah, I got it, uh-huh, all right)
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(Uh-huh, all right, yeah, uh-huh)
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(Uh huh, I got it, morning, I know you are)
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(I got it, I got it, make that shit funky, yeah)
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The New Underground
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| Guster |
