The crying underground
The sound of echo runs
Whispering as it travels
Leaving nothing to find
Nobody pays attention
It is money to cultivate
Bad decision isn't a care
Tomorrow isn't the time
Today is what needed
Hands clapping smiling faces
What goes underground
Nobody cares to look
Nature hits the score
The major chords spark the cry
The crying underground
Water turns into many shapes
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