| You know me
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| I know I can see through dirt
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| And I can see the hole you’ve dug
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| And where you’re lodged
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| The king ran into the tunnel
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| And nobody knew what to do
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| They say he’s always lived there
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| And up above a mountain grew
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| And the mountain had a flowers
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| And children on it’s arm
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| The mountain had rainstorms
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| And alluminum electric charge
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| Our holes are dug when we’re so young
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| And there we can remain
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| And i know how the open air can look like certain pain
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| The king lived on in his tunnel
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| Outside a train was passing by
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| It made a light at the end of the tunnel
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| The light bore deep into his eye
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| The train it burned there waiting
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| To take him out and for a ride
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| To the places that he’d never been to
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| The world that grows out in the light
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| And the train it rain on coal and steam
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| And solid iron wheels
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| The train it moved with a red hot engine
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| Fires of how it feels
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| There’s a train coming
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| And the train it wants to be with you
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| The train it wants to be with you
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| Pull on out of yourself
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| And tell the train you want it to
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| Tell the train you want it to stay
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| Could let it pass you by
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| But you know you’d regret it the rest of your life
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| Could let it pass you by
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| But you know you’d regret it the rest of your life
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| You know you’d regret it the rest of your life
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| If you’re really not coming out
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| Could you find the courage to just give a shout
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| And admit that you are in there to the train
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| I shall know it hasn’t all been in vain
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| And maybe she’ll come back again
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| Cause the mountain has flowers
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| And children on it’s arms
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| The mountain has rainstorms
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| And an alluminum electric charge |