I ones was young and beautiful
That was before I began diggin this grave
The deeper I got, the more dirty I became
Every year the grave got bigger and deeper
Every year my beauty faded
I felt mud on my hands, they went black and rubby
That is a man's job
The sweat, the blood and the tears
The choice I made..
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