| I’m so tired
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| Of your lies
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| And the evil things
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| You’re doing behind my back
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| Are there crimes
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| That you have never committed?
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| I doubt it, sometimes I wonder
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| When will you die?
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| You’re insane
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| You are bad
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| You wreck everything you touch
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| And you’re a sociopath
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| But there’s one thing
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| That everyone’s wondering
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| When will you die?
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| Schoolchildren stay at home (yeah)
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| And all the banks will close (yeah)
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| Each year we’ll mark the date (yeah)
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| On which we celebrate (yeaah)
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| I know how
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| I know why
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| I can picture every part
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| Of your comeuppance, except
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| For the one remaining
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| Piece of the puzzle
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| Which is when you’ll die
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| This is Dan
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| And that’s Dan
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| And that’s Marty on the drums
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| To complete the band
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| And I’m John
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| And he is also John
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| And all of us are wondering
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| When you’re gonna die
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| Still you live
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| You go on
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| But you’re running out the clock
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| And if we knew how long
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| I’d be counting down the days
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| Until the lovely one
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| On which you’re gone
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| On that promised morning
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| We will wake and greet the dawn
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| Knowing that your wicked life is over
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| And that we will carry on
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| We’ll exhale
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| We’ll high five
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| We will know at last
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| How great it is to be alive
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| We’ll be lining up
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| And buying tickets
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| And then we’ll be jumping
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| Up and down on your grave
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| You’re insane
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| You are bad
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| You wreck everything you touch
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| And you’re a sociopath
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| And the only way to mitigate
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| Would be to know the date
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| You’re scheduled to vacate
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| When are you going to die?
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| Look me in the eye
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| Tell me when you’ll die |