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	LYRICS (top) You might think I've oldered Since I married you I'm not saying I'm soldiered But I buried you And when your parts have mouldered I'll dig it up Dig it up Let it sit Then dig it up I still have the same soft spot But it's turned to earth Your papa's gonna show you where Silly smile in the rearview My overheated head Has started working its voodoo I'll dig it up, dig it up Let it sit then dig it up I feel the same way you do Your worth was lost on me 'til now It's all the same, it's worms for sale I still have the same soft spot But it's turned to earth Your papa's gonna show you where You're trying to enrich me And in a funny way You'll outdo yourself I'll dig it up, dig it up Let it sit then dig it up Paint a sign by the lake, ask a quarter a can And wait for folks to line up They'll be asking me why my wife doesn't help But I really doubt that anyone will add it up No, they'll never add it up They'll want to know but they'll never add it up I dug it up, I dug it up I let it sit, then dug it up AUDIO (top) Real Audio clip NOTES (top) Written by Rory Dyck copyright © 1997 SOCAN Pam Brennan - Vocals, Percussion, Keyboards Rory Dyck - Vocals, Guitars Ari Tapiero - Drums, Percussion Stuart Watkins - Bass, Vocals Engineered by Trina Shoemaker
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