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I'm carryin' a shovel
It's pointed at the tip
Like Mount Everest
Like Mount Everest
I'm workin' my way
Through shards of soil
I'm carryin' a shovel
I'm carryin' a shovel
All this time
I hate myself for losin' my grip
Thought I put you underground
Now I'm not sure of it
You'll be taken care
Taken care of
You'll be taken care
Taken care of
A little bird sings
"Let Mother Nature in"
She's paintin' a new shade
She's paintin' a new shade
I'm diggin' for worth
And a burial place
My legs are like pillars
I'm only in the way
All this time
I wonder why I'm losin' my grip
Thought I put you underground
Now I'm not sure of it
You'll be taken care
Taken care of
You'll be taken care
Taken care of
I'm bruised and I'm blistered, and I'll dig 'til my hands fall off
Bruised and I'm blistered, and I'll dig 'til my hands fall off
Bruised and I'm blistered, and I'll dig 'til my hands fall off
Bruised and I'm blistered, and I'll dig 'til my hands fall off
Bruised and I'm blistered, and I'll dig 'til my hands fall off
Bruised and I'm blistered, and I'll dig 'til my hands fall off

You'll be taken care
Taken care of
You'll be taken care
Taken care of
You'll be taken care
Taken care of
You'll be taken care
Taken care of
You'll be taken care
Taken care of
You'll be taken care
Taken care of