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It probably says something about me that these are the lyrics I was able to recall most clearly when singing along at piano bar last night:

I keep straining my ears to hear a sound.
Maybe someone is digging underground,
or have they given up and all gone home to bed,
thinking those who once existed must be dead.

Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones.

Brain eaten by work; send help.

D:

( I look rather like this right now; it's been quite a week (I'm the one on the right. )