Underground the rhythm,
Of cheering is a hum
Thumping to the Pulse,
Of our shovels digging
Through the minutes,
To hear the cheers again
Before the final shot,
Before we are forgot.
Underground the rhythm,
Of cheering is a hum
Thumping to the Pulse,
Of our shovels digging
Through the minutes,
To hear the cheers again
Before the final shot,
Before we are forgot.
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