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Me and Lazarus, we shoveled all the ashes out |
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Black bed linens blowing around |
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Back and forth and up and down |
| [00:40.41] |
Guess I had nowhere else to go |
| [00:53.02] |
Me and Lazarus kept bailing out that riverboat |
| [00:57.85] |
Floating by the choir robes |
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Bobbing in the ebb and flow |
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Guess I had nowhere else to go |
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He's an emancipated punk and he can dance |
| [01:20.65] |
But he's got a hole in the pocket of his pants |
| [01:26.11] |
Must be a symptom of outstanding circumstances |
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Me and Lazarus, fed her with a baby spoon |
| [01:50.84] |
Fever flowing through the room |
| [01:53.46] |
Far too long and way too soon |
| [02:00.92] |
Guess I had nowhere else to go |
| [02:13.87] |
Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues |
| [02:18.10] |
Hand-me-downs and Sunday shoes |
| [02:21.08] |
But never made the local news |
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Guess I had nowhere else to go |
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And I'm a liberated loser that can roll |
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But where my pocket was I'm peeking through a hole |
| [02:45.80] |
A couple second chances surely would console me |
| [02:51.13] |
Whoa, whoa, whoa |
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