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Well I know he's alive and tricking me into all sorts of things |
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Bless his soul, bless his mind |
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He is cold, He is blind |
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And I know he's wearing out after all these years |
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And I'll find him dead some morning in my bedroom |
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He'll have painted all my windows black |
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Soon I won't have a single dose of tact at all |
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And I just came back from coffee and I didn't bring my mind |
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What's the use, it's gone dry |
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No excuse, no goodbye |
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And I've locked eyes with a tombstone he doesn't sleep he engineers thoughts |
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I'll be dead one morning in my bedroom |
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I'll have covered all my walls with crayon |
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Obituary reads, "Who's to blame for this disastrous plan?" |
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Imagine what you could make if your muse hadn't killed herself |
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And after all these mistakes my life's no better than hell |
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Maybe delaying the wake wasn't best but I'm starting to tell |
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No matter what road you take there are spots with bone-dry wells |
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I was talking to a man one day and he couldn't tell a lie |
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Time has flown, we will die |
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We're alone, it's alright |
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And in time we'll be forgotten every single mortal soul |
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But you'll be alive one morning in your bedroom |
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The sun will crack your windows, shake your walls |
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And you will wake up; realize the walk was worth a thousand falls |
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