Early morning underneath the city
in a tunnel calling rescue me
i come from the mountain i return again
without a tear, naturally Girl like to smile half the time
boys are the trouble all the time
sitting in their pockets just a dime
lifting heavy spirits from the slime
no one likes a heartache or the kind
everyones a problem sometimes
flipping over secrets day and night
flipping out our insides, what a fright

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