| The first guy I know who died
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| I can’t remember his name
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| The tenth grade started, he just never came again
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| All his friends sat around and cried for a day or two
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| You can say what you want about immortal soul
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| When that guy died it left a hole
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| It was my first clue
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| That when they’re gone they’re gone
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| Maybe Jesus beat that rap
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| We’re not sure
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| Maybe you can live forever
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| If your heart is pure
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| Or maybe you’ll come back
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| Some day a a king prawn
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| Maybe angels come
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| And take you away to heaven
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| Or the other way
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| But from down here it appears
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| That when they’re gone
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| They’re gone
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| Me and Stevie Gibson used to walk home from school
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| He used to have this little turn around rule
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| If you turn around the one way gotta turn around
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| The other way or it’s bad luck
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| He went out rafting on the river
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| The river went around and the raft went around
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| And his luck got all wound up and he drowned
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| And he was gone
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| Maybe Jesus beat that rap
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| We’re not sure
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| Maybe you can live forever
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| If your heart is pure
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| Or maybe you’ll come back
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| Some day a a king prawn
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| Maybe angels come
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| And take you away to heaven
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| Or the other way
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| But from down here it appears
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| That when they’re gone
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| They’re gone
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| Two weeks after Dieter died you could call him on the phone
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| And he would tell you that he’s not home
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| And it gave you an eerie feeling even though you knew
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| It was just an answering machine
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| 'Cause somewhere deep inside you know
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| That they don’t come back when they go
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| And he had gone
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| And when they’re gone, they’re gone
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| Maybe Jesus beat that rap
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| We’re not sure
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| Maybe you can live forever
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| If your heart is pure
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| Or maybe you’ll come back
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| Some day a a king prawn
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| Maybe angels come
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| And take you away to heaven
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| Or the other way
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| But from down here it appears
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| That when they’re gone
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| They’re gone
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| My mother died in intensive care
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| We were sitting around singing on folding chairs
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| When I got the feeling somebody wasn’t there
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| Well I counted noses but it came out right
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| The doctors said she died that night
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| But I felt that hole and I knew that she had gone
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| Maybe Jesus beat that rap
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| We’re not sure
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| Maybe you can live forever
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| If your heart is pure
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| Or maybe you’ll come back
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| Some day a a king prawn
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| Maybe angels come
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| And take you away to heaven
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| Or the other way
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| But from down here it appears
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| That when they’re gone
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| They’re gone
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| I looked up death in the dictionary one day
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| Just to see what the dictionary had to say
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| It’s the complete and irreversible cessation of life functions
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| Which is not very poetic but it’s precise and clean
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| And if you analyze it what that means is
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| When they’re gone, they’re gone
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| Maybe Jesus beat that rap
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| We’re not sure
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| Maybe you can live forever
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| If your heart is pure
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| Or maybe you’ll come back
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| Some day a a king prawn
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| Maybe angels come
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| And take you away to heaven
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| Or the other way
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| But from down here it appears
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| That when they’re gone
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| They’re gone |