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If I see the morning hours |
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I'll have one more yesterday |
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Take life from tomorrow |
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'Cause I've burned out my today |
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If I get up to the top I know |
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I'll just go back downhill |
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I've got a terminal future |
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And it's time to write my will |
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Down another glass of courage |
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And a shot of Thorazine |
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We're not ready to see you yet |
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99 ways to die |
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We're not ready to see you yet |
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Got a short between the earphones |
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Wringing my hands in dismay |
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A more efficient maniac |
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With two feet in the grave |
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I ain't got no last words to say |
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Yellow streak right up my spine |
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The gun in my mouth was real |
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And the taste blew my mind, yeah |
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In a black tie and straight jacket |
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Man, I'm gonna try again |
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We're not ready to see you yet |
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99 ways to die |
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We're not ready to see you yet |
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We're not ready to see you yet |
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99 ways to die |
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We're not ready to see you yet |
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Perhaps a demitasse of arsenic |
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Try on this tie |
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Never mind the tree |
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There is only death and danger |
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In the sockets of my eyes |
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A playground of illusion |
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No one plays, they only die |
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There's a prison in my mind |
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And the bars are gonna break |
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I'm as mad as a hatter |
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And strung out just the same |
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Taunting rigor mortis |
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I feel it draw me in |
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We're not ready to see you yet |
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99 ways to die |
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We're not ready to see you yet |
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We're not ready to see you yet |
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99 ways to die |
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We're not ready to see you yet |
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We're not ready |
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We're not ready |
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We're not ready |
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99, 99 |
