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Dying of thirst, could |
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I still be alive or worse |
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Where was |
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I last, parked on the street when a shadow |
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Was castTaking me out, a struggle ensued |
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What was that hole in my shirt and the blood that |
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Spilled to the floor |
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Like a dead man's |
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Focus is blurred and a voice off camera is heard |
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The lighting's to blame, tell the assistant director |
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The samePulling away to a final dissolve |
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Soundtrack provides a lush bed of strings |
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Before the screen fades to black |
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And the credits rise above like the soul of |
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A dead man |
