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What's it like there outside |
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With the living, with the living |
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Here I've found a place I can hide |
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>From the living, from the living |
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Because I don't care to stay with the living |
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Oh, the bottle has been to me |
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My closest friend, my worst enemy |
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Full of flavor I walked a fine line |
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Squandered it all and wasted my time |
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And I don't stand a chance among the living |
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For the lovers I've gambled and lost |
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Count my mistakes whatever the cost |
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I'll go off, I'll make myself scarce |
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Oh, come tomorrow |
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You won't find me here |
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Because I don't care to stay with the living |
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I don't think I'll remain with the living |
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And I don't care to stay with the living |
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No, I don't care to stay |