| Pour me one more shot, bartender please
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| Another for another generation on its knees
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| And one more for all my friends pushing daisies
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| Long before their time
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| The writing’s on the wall, here to behold
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| It’s not some hidden message and there’s no secret to be told
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| They won’t be comin' up from that there rabbit hole
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| To kick that gong aloud
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| ‘Cause when your soul is flying high in the bright white China sky
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| But your body’s down in the black-tar ground, there’s no tears in my eye
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| And it may sound down and low, but I say I told you so
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| That you never give chase in a dragon’s race
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| My friend, just please don’t go, please don’t go
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| We’ve seen it all so many times before
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| A bright young kid walks straight through the grim reaper’s open door
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| With a dose big enough to kill a fucking horse
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| And the heart stops on a dime
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| Oh, when your soul is flying high in the bright white China sky
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| But your body’s down in the black-tar ground, there’s no tears in my eyes
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| And it may sound down and low, but I say I told you so
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| That you never give chase in a dragon’s race
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| My friends, just please don’t go, please dont go
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| (Bridge)
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| And in your wake, dearly departed
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| Broken bottles, battered and bloody, broken-hearted
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| Do you feel better now? |
| Just look at what you started
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| Flowers at your feet, a pattern to repeat |