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There's a truck pulling up to the house next door |
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However, I'm dead to the world, |
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There's a hat blowing off of your head to the floor |
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Now I'm dead to the world; |
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On dirty old Dean Street the power is down |
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And too cold to dig a good hole in the ground |
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For the hope that we used to all pass around |
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I'm dead to the world |
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I came up a fighter I was quicker than blood |
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Now I'm dead to the world, |
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Riding the rails and drunk on the flood |
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Now I'm dead to the world; |
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And I had a dream that nobody knew |
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To laugh with your last breath when you're through |
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But now nobody knows any better than you |
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I'm dead to the world |
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Give me some sugar don't talk so mean |
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I'm dead to the world |
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Ain't nobody knows all the glory I've seen |
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Now I'm dead to the world; |
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And you loved me best with no promise to keep |
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And no way to hear what I shouldn't repeat, |
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My mouth full of gold and no weight on my feet |
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And dead to the world |
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The devil may care when you've had enough |
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Of whatever it is overflowing your cup, |
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I'll follow you down but I'm not coming up |
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I'm dead to the world |
