| Sitting alone in my liberated room
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| Thinking about what the fact of what it be
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| It’s false that you live, hon it’s true that you die
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| But death started waitin' from the start of my life
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| I’m a dier not a lover, and I don’t really mind
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| Live my hell on earth, then I don’t have to fry, fry, fry
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| Living alone at the bottom of a sheet
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| Vicious spots console there, but my soul they cannot see
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| Rainbows and whales and things I cannot be
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| Think about the love that would seem so good to me
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| I’m a dier not a lover, in the death you’re s’posed to fall
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| To a place in this earth, find the castle in the fog, fog, fog
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| Sitting alone in my liberated room
|
| Thinking about what the fact of what it be
|
| It’s false that you live, hon it’s true that you die
|
| But death started waitin' from the start of my life
|
| I’m a dier not a lover, and I don’t really mind
|
| Live my hell on earth, then I don’t have to fry, fry, fry
|
| Living alone at the bottom of a sheet
|
| Vicious spots console there, but my soul they cannot see
|
| Rainbows and whales and things I cannot be
|
| Think about the love that would seem so good to me
|
| I’m a dier not a lover, in the death you’re s’posed to fall
|
| To a place in this earth, find the castle in the fog, fog, fog |