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Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
It's all so plain, it's all a plan
It's all so plain almost everywhere
The sky, it doesn't ever end
The air just gets much thinner further up
You could keep digging down and down
A thousand graves down
Without turning around or finding hell
You find you're digging up again
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
Willful suspension of disbelief
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
Willful suspension of disbelief
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