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Sunday Song: “Not Even There”


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Everyone walking on
Their socks and their shoes are gone
All of the lights are out
The curtains drawn

Walking in single file
Singing out all the while
If I didn’t feel so sad
I think I’d smile

Everything is unfair
Nothing you say can even compare
With everything that is not even there

I go out on the line
Everything seeming fine
This is your sweat
I bet you think it’s mine

Everything is unfair
Nothing you say can even compare
With everything that is not even there

Hauling the coal out of the ground
The blasting makes the damnedest sound

Keep on keeping on
Keep going ’til your gone
Working the night shift
Going to bed after dawn

Everything is unfair
Nothing you say can even compare
With everything that is not even there
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