.Basically, we are all alone at the center of a pick-axe mine
Black lung stings as the pick-axe swings
And the void of the mine closes in
The devil came and the angels sang
The song of the Holy Ghost
Tempted the soul from the pennies to the gold
Like the dust I spit from my mo.
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