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Look how it grows deep within us |
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Like precious little stones in the depths |
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Fingers and palms in the mud dig deeper |
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The pocketless thieves coming closer |
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Come washing ashore from the ocean |
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Armed to their teeth |
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It's been a long time coming |
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The moment is here |
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And the pressure is very real |
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So just cut a little hole |
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And let it all equalise |
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We're planting our flags |
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But we don't dig deep enough |
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Look how they grow and betray us |
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Little white maggots in the ground |
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Look at them go cross the ocean |
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Left with our hands in the mud |
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Our feverish minds hard at work now |
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Precious little stones in the depths |
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Look how it glows! |
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It cuts through your bones! |
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Reflecting the light |
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It's been a long time coming |
