| I have seen people bleed
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| And I thought I’d seen it all
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| But my own two eyes would prove me wrong that day
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| There are things that I’ve done
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| Only seen by the sun
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| And those things will be buried in my grave
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| The crows and buzzards will pick your bones clean
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| No name of yours will be upon the wall
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| Hold tight on Halloween, and rape by magazines
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| We line up on the edge to watch you fall
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| No one knows, you don’t take off your clothes
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| No one knows
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| No one knows, you don’t take off your clothes
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| No one knows
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| You took to the land, like fishes take to sand
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| You clambered up your cross to raise your flag
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| Made tissue paper sales, used thread instead of nails
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| Your autograph was carved across your back
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| We thought that you were done, but then you grabbed your gun
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| You pushed and fought and ran full speed ahead
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| You turned for the hill, we cannot find you still
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| We hit the lights and hoped that you’d be dead
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| No one knows, you don’t take off your clothes
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| No one knows
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| No one knows, you don’t take off your clothes
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| No one knows
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| Won’t stop now
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| If you know
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| What? |
| Oh!
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| We hope we’ll get to see you fall through the canopy
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| With a stomach full of blood you’ll find the ground
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| No one knows, you don’t take off your clothes
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| No one knows
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| No one knows, you don’t take off your clothes
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| No one knows |