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We were keeping it underground, like an old Victrola sound Somehow we slipped out and now we're ever ready We were wearing our uniforms, wishing on wells and seeing unicorns But somehow our leader wasn't born to mend the levee This time it's forever, this time it's gone We were keeping it underground, like an old Victrola sound Somehow we slipped out and now we're ever ready Find my hideaway, I'll be coming back someday to die This time, well, it's forever, this time it's gone (Thanks to Troy for these lyrics) From Letras Mania