| You say it was this morning when you last saw your good friend
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| Lying on the pavement with a misery on his brain
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| Stoned on some new potion he found upon the wall
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| Of some unholy bathroom in some ungodly hall
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| He only had a dollar to live on till next Monday
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| But he spent it all on comfort for his mind
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| Did you say you think he’s blind?
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| Someone should call his parents, a sister or a brother
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| And they’ll come to take him back home on a bus
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| But he’ll always be a problem to his poor and puzzled mother
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| Yeah he’ll always be another one of us He said he wanted heaven but prayin' was too slow
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| So he bought a one-way ticket on an airline made of snow
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| Did you say you saw your good friend flyin' low?
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| Flyin' low, dyin' slow
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| You say it was this morning when you last saw your good friend
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| Lying on the pavement with a misery on his brain
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| Stoned on some new potion he found upon the wall
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| Of some unholy bathroom in some ungodly hall
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| He only had a dollar to live on till next Monday
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| He said he wanted heaven but prayin' was too slow
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| So he bought a one-way ticket on an airline made of snow
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| Did you say you saw your good friend flyin' low?
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| Dyin' slow, flyin' low
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| Did you say you saw your good friend flyin' low?
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| Dyin' slow, flyin' low
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| Blinded by snow |