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They tell me to wipe the dirt off my shoulders, I put there myself with the shovel in my hands, Stuck digging a hole, deeper every passing day, Because I can't get around these boulders.
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Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 3:56 PM UTC
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They tell me to wipe the dirt off my shoulders, I put there myself with the shovel in my hands, Stuck digging a hole, deeper every passing day, Because I can't get around these boulders.
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Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 3:56 PM UTC
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