Wicked mystery come
In clouds of falling leaves,
That ushers in the cold
And sends us underneath.
We go under the ground, underground
We go under the ground, underground
We travelled unaware
Our city was in flames
Left with no planned escape,
We set our hearts ablaze
We go under the ground, underground
We go under the ground, underground
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