Get the rox in the box
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Get the water right down to your socks
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This bulkhead's built of fallen brethren bones
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We all do what we can
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We endure our fellow man
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And we sing our songs to the headframe's creaks and moans
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And it's one, two, three
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On the wrong side of the lee
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What were you meant for
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What were you meant for
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And it's seven, eight, nine
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You gave your shuffle back in line
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And if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it again
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And if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it again
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And you won't make a dime
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On this gray granite mountain mine
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Of dirt you're made and of dirt you will return
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So while we're living here
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Let's get this little one thing clear
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There's plenty of men to die, you don't jump your turn
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And it's one, two, three
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On the wrong side of the lee
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What were you meant for
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What were you meant for
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And it's seven, eight, nine
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You gave your shuffle back in line
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And if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it again
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And if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it again
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And it's one, two, three
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On the wrong side of the lee
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What were you meant for
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Whatever you're meant for
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And it's seven, eight, nine
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You gave your shuffle back in line
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And if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it again
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And if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it again
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And if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it again
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Rox In The Box
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| The Decemberists |
