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Well there's one thing to know about this town
It's five hundred miles underground

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31 (bob dylan - blood on the tracks)

30 (this is our science)

I wasn't born in a boxcar, when I die bury me with crossed arms
Underneath the tree up in the back yard
Lip that coin in my pocket, yeah, it's a lost art
Living what you're giving till it finally stops hearts

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