Well it's hit or miss
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upon the gate walls.
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Are the guards asleep?
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Bayonet and all.
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Well the search light is coming.
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We built this tunnel.
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We shovel with our hands.
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Dig just a little bit,
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the camp is fast asleep.
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Library laundromats,
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inside the dirty sheets.
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You've got to dig just a little bit.
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Soup kitchen feeds,
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lines of stubble and marrow.
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A book of matches,
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guides us home.
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Do they have our scent?
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Will we go home?
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We shovel with our hands.
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Dig just a little bit,
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the camp is fast asleep.
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Library laundromats.
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Dig just a little bit,
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the camp is fast asleep.
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Library laundromats.
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Live just a little bit,
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Dakota fields will beg.
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Meet you on the other side.
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Dig just a little bit.
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They steamrolled past the lobby.
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Did you trip on your shoelace, untied?
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(It's in the past.)
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And now...we toast.
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[x2]
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Dig just a little bit,
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the camp is fast asleep.
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Library laundromats.
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Dig just a little bit,
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the camp is fast asleep.
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Library laundromats.
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Live just a little bit,
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Dakota fields will beg.
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Meet you on the other side.
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Winnipeg's a forest,
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where the search and seizure hid.
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Wanted for the crime of the disease that you give.
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Wanted for the crime of the disease that you give.
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For Now... We Toast
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At the Drive-In |