There is this old woman
She lives down the road
You can often find her
Kneeling inside of her hole
And I often ask her
Are you looking for the mother lode?
Huh?
No.
No my child, this is not my desire
And then she said
Im digging for fire [4x]
There is this old man
Who spent so much of his life sleeping
That he is able to keep awake for the rest of his years
He resides
On a beach
In a town
Where I am going to live
And I often ask him
Are you looking for the mother lode?
Huh?
No.
No my child, this is not my desire
And then he said
Im digging for fire [4x]
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