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We sunk in too deep to crawl out now

Our leader now speaks

The Moles of a Dying Race

Too late to dig up the blue sunshine

The waters run deep

The Moles of a Dying Race

Burning the side of our eyelids

The flames will retreat

The Moles of a Dying Race

To know is to seek the raised land

Far from the sea

The Moles of a Dying Race