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My friend's got trouble in his head, oh |
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Oh |
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His lady's gone |
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Exploded like the stars in outer space |
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This venom keeps willing to drown him |
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To get him off his face |
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His daddy died at age 24 |
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For the better most people said |
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Well the days are numb |
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And a silver haze from a guy left in his head |
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My friend's got trouble in his head, oh |
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Oh |
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My friend's got trouble in his head, oh |
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Oh |
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The drift in time |
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That life became broke |
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The earth with every way |
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The voyage to sail free was wrecked |
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With no one left to save |
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The call from the depths |
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To breaths that he could take no more |
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The moon shone bright |
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and the shifting tides |
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He'd seen it all before |
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My friend's got trouble in his head, oh |
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Oh |
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And he left death gladly take him |
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and he pulled him down with glee |
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for resurrection in the depths so that he could finally see |
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My friend's got trouble in his head, oh |
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Oh |
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Oh |
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Oh |
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Oh |
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Oh |