| Do you remember how he walked
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| Onto the stage like the world was ending
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| And this was his final song?
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| The way the sweat dripped off his nose
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| Forming a swirly pool of colors
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| On the cracked wooden club floor?
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| Now I recall the way he moved
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| Back then before the bullet
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| Shattered pieces of his skull
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| Spreading him all over the carpet
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| In that hotel room
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| They couldn’t piece him back together
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| To sing his last tune
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| We only wanted one last song
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| A tune so we could sing along
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| We only wanted one last song
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| A tune so we could sing along
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| No time machine exists quite yet
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| And all those voices we once worshiped
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| Solely belong to the dead
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| Sleeping so comfortably for now
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| Between some gatefold sleeves and shrink wrap
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| Piled on record store grounds
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| We all imagined his last song
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| A melody
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| To help us forget that our God was gone
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| To help us remember his face
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| Before the maggots crawled
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| Inside and out of his eye sockets
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| Such a perfect song
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| Ahhh ahhh ahhh men
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| Yadi yadi yadi yay
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| Gummy gummy gum drops
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| But he’s gone
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| Into the abyss
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| Falling fast
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| Sucked through a giant black hole
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| Deep into the center of the earth
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| Far from anybody’s ears
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| Just flung
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| Into oblivion
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| Forgotten by the world
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| And the puppeteers
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| That once put him on a pedestal
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| Are repackaging
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| Hoping advances reappear
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| Gone
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| Now there’s no way that we could ever
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| Dig him out beneath the
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| Mountains of records
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| That cover his dusty grave
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| He’s done
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| And there’s no übermensch
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| To soothe the senses
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| Truth is that we’ll lose in the end
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| Everything dies soon
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| It’s helpless
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| So you have you heard the one about the one man band?
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| The one man band
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| Yes, the one man band |