| What an anemic charade, a soulless display
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| We force upon ourselves and all of the world
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| Needless to say, this sterile cliche
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| Has left me with another shovel down in a hole
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| I’m digging in vain, I’m digging in vain
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| But when it boils down to a distraction nothing compares
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| All I wanted was a haven away
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| But I’ve traded neuroticism in for despair
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| Tunneling further down
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| Descending
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| And just in case there’s any doubt, I’ll say it now…
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| Fuck the world, I’m headed underground
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| Don’t you wait, 'cause I’m already headed south (and I said)
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| Oh whoa, I’m headed underground
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| Don’t mind me, I’ll just be making my way down
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| I’m living miles away from the sordid parade
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| A welcome sanctuary under the world
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| Suffice it to say, the cynic in me
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| Has left me with a shovel down in this hole
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| Digging in vain, I’m digging in vain
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| But when it boils down to a distraction, nothing compares
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| All I wanted was a haven away
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| But I’ve traded neuroticism in for despair
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| Tunneling further down
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| Descending
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| And just in case there’s any doubt, I’ll say it now…
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| Fuck the world, I’m headed underground
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| Don’t you wait, 'cause I’m already headed south (and I said)
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| Oh whoa, I’m headed underground
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| Don’t mind me, I’ll just be making my way down |