They nearly put me in my grave
I was an archaeologist working in Italy
On an ancient burial ground
The sky turned black
And I was on my back
Just another piece of lost and found
Searching for a body
Anybody down there
Shake my hand
The weather's grand
Living without a care
Dying to get out tonight
You can't go out when you're dead
Looking for some kind of light
Trying to straighten out my head
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