D.I.G.

My head lies on the pillow
Of the bed I made today
I gaze out the window
But my mind won't slip away
Only over polished floors
Only past my front door
Thinking of the clean cut garden
My neighbours can't ignore

La-da-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Not saving for the cheap price shop tag
That takes me down to work and back
Maybe South America
So I grab my spade
Roll my sleeves up high
Low down deep I raid
Down my hole I go

So I dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
To find something real
To find something real
So I dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
To find something real
So I dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
To find something real, real

So I dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
To find something real
So I dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
So I dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
To find something real
So I dig, dig, dig, dig, dig



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