| Hanging by a thread
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| From the tree
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| Of this life
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| I’ve been spinning
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| Round and round and round
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| Inside my flesh cocoon
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| An old beat up Pinto
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| Might be what I drive for now
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| But I’ll be driving a Cadillac soon
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| Cause you know one day I will fly
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| To my mansion in the sky
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| And I’ll have no regrets
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| When I leave this place
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| For good
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| When I say my last farewell
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| Oh, please don’t forget to tell them
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| That I’m not really dead
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| I’m just changing neighborhoods
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| Living in this place
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| That is only temporary
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| I said that this old world
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| Is in the process of slipping away
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| Though I have such a future
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| I’ve got to be wary
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| That my bright tomorrow doesn’t blind me
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| To what God has for me today
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| Cause you know one day I will fly
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| To my mansion in the sky
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| And I’ll have no regrets
|
| When I leave this place
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| For good
|
| When I say my last farewell
|
| Oh, please don’t forget to tell them
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| That I’m not really dead
|
| I’m just changing neighborhoods
|
| Cause you know one day I will fly
|
| To my mansion in the sky
|
| And I’ll have no regrets
|
| When I leave this place
|
| For good
|
| When I say my last farewell
|
| Oh, please don’t forget to tell them
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| That I’m not really dead
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| I’m just changing neighborhoods |