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I'm climbing out of the hole |
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That I've been digging |
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Throwing out all the blue prints |
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I have drawn up for the safe house |
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I stashed away enough food for forty days |
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Gallons of water, first aid and propane |
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And some wine to entertain |
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I'm always planning for the worst |
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I signed my will right after birth |
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I've got my eulogy rehearsed |
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I fall to pieces |
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And I get weak in the knees |
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When I think about eternity |
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Have I been led astray? |
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Feeling like they forgot me |
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He had the right name |
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But the wrong street |
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I'm pulling nails out from the coffin |
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I'm gasping for air |
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My eyes are full just like the moon |
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I've got a silver bullet stare |
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The holy grail that |
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I was taught |
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Was fiction but the fact is that |
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It's not in communion with my thoughts |
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The vultures circle overhead |
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Hanging like halos for the dead |
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But I'm not suited for one yet |
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I fall to pieces |
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And I get weak in the knees |
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When I think about eternity |
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Have I been led astray? |
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Feeling like they forgot me |
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He had the right name |
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But the wrong street |
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I'm a number in a lottery |
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Life's a boardwalk game |
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God rigged to cheat |
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As the snow falls |
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All along the peaks |
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My minds an avalanche |
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I'm digging through to reach |
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All the things |
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I've tried |
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To shove down deep |
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My minds an avalanche |
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I'm digging through to reach |
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If I could run but with this speed |
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I'm bound to be buried here underneath |
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A tidal wave triggered to teach |
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That life on an island isn't what it seems |
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I'm cutting off my toes |
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Just so that |
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I can spite my feet |
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I fall to pieces |
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And I get weak in the knees |
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When I think about eternity |
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Have I been led astray |
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Feeling like they forgot me |
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He had the right name |
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But the wrong street |
