It gets loud down here. Fourteen scurrying feet getting as far away as feet
can carry. From under the dust I hear every one of you, from under the dust
I can feel it all. I know what you're thinking. I know what you're saying. It
was another time. I guess you were a friend of mine. It was another time but
not much to recall. From under the dust I hear every one of you, from under the dust
I can feel it all. I know what you're thinking. It isn't hard to tell at all. I know what you're saying.
Your not whispering.
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