| Picture me in a hospital
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| The blood runs red and the bags are full of…
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| Oh it’s terrible, makes me powerful
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| On and on there’s still a song for me
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| I’m still around to sing it
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| Each man has a secret
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| To hide away
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| And never say, never know, and so it goes
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| Picture me in a hospital
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| The blood runs cold and hall are full of
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| Undesirables preaching parables
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| False alarm there’s still a charm for me
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| Just wait and see
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| If each man had his freedom
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| And it was ours to say
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| How to behave, ho who’s to say
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| So picture me in a hospital
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| Blood runs raw and the bags are full of
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| You’re terrible and I’m invincible
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| Picture me in a hospital
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| The blood runs red and the bags are full of
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| It’s hysterical, and it makes me powerful
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| False alarme there’s still a song for me
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| I’m just about around to sing it
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| There’s still a chance for me
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| And I’m still here singing
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| And so it goes
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| On and on and on and so it goes
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| And so it goes. |