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Cut into the soil |
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Just like a soul |
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A coffin of aged meat |
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Reminds me I don't fly too good anymore |
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She goes |
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Down to the soil |
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And sets her hand on fire |
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To prove she don't feel for me |
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I wait for dignity |
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To tell me that she is wrong |
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She is wrong |
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If she is wrong, I am not what is wrong here |
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Somewhere I forget where |
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Supposedly I am somebody's best friend |
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So I wait at home |
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Gaging the backlash |
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Heart struck, I stumble |
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A cemetery two step and think of the gravestone |
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Here lies a solitary note from an angel |
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That said this would work out |
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Just like a dream |
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A fine sweeping motion |
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That carries me to sleep at night |
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Somewhere I forget where |
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Supposedly I am somebody's best friend |
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No final pretensions |
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No honorable mentions |
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I drink my way to sleep |
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Dream and dream and dream and dream and dream |
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Dream and dream and |
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I wanna wake up in my own bed again |
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I wanna wake up in my own bed again |
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I wanna wake up in my own bed again |
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Somewhere I forget where |
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Supposedly I am somebody's best friend |
