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I have nothing left to say |
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But I'm gonna say it anyway |
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Thirty years upon a stage |
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And I hear the people say |
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Why won't he go away? |
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I pass the houses of the dead |
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They're calling me to join their group |
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But I stagger on instead |
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Dear God, sweet God |
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Protect me from the truth, hey |
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I'm dead but I don't know it |
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He's dead, he's dead |
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I'm dead but I don't know |
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He's dead, he's dead |
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I'm dead but I don't know it |
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He's dead, he's dead |
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Please don't tell me so |
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Let me, let me, let me go |
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I have a family to support |
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But surely, that is no excuse |
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I've nothing further to report |
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Time you spend with me |
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Is time you lose |
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I always thought that I would know |
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When it was time to quit |
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That when I lost a step or two or three or four or five |
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I'd notice it |
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Now that I've arrived here safely |
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I find my talent has gone |
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Why do I go on and on and on and on and on |
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And on and on and on and on and on |
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He's dead, he's dead, he's dead |
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I don't know it |
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He's dead, he's dead, he's dead |
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I didn't know |
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He's dead, he's dead, he's dead |
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I didn't know it |
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Who would be so cruel to tell me so? |
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You're dead! |
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When will I end this bitter game? |
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When will I end this cruel charade? |
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Everything I write all sounds the same |
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Each record that I'm making |
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Is like a record that I've made |
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Just not as good |
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I'm dead but I don't know it |
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He's dead, he's dead |
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I'm dead but I don't know |
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He's dead, he's dead |
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I'm dead but I don't know it |
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He's dead, he's dead |
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Please don't tell me so |
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Please don't tell me so |
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You're dead! |
