| He played the game but he failed the test
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| But he remembers the way of her hair and the shape of her breast
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| He’ll tell the world about it now in a traveling show
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| Like some kind of circus
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| Like some kind of circus
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| Like a monkey in a zoo
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| More dead than alive
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| Total abandon — that far away look
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| Where nothing seems to matter and nothing seems to cook
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| But you know her, you love her; |
| you gotta live without her
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| He said I can’t live without her
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| She said too bad about that and left with the undertaker
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| Now he just sits at the piano
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| Singing I’ll never grow up
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| I’ll never grow up
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| More dead than alive
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| He said what a babe
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| You oughta see her
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| I got a picture
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| And he whipped out his wallet
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| He got a pathetic collage photo of himself in a fashion mall
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| Really sad — really sad
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| More dead than alive
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| Well I climbed up a mountain and I dug myself a grave
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| Don’t you ever get tired telling me to behave
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| And the wild wind well it’s my slave
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| Takes me wherever I’d wanna go
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| But it always blows me back again
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| Well the wild wind it’s my friend
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| It always blows me back again
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| It was if my skull was bare
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| And naked without a thought to share
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| Till blew one night this wild wind
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| And knocked me back alive again
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| And if I told you this was for real
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| That I had been living against my will
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| Would you laugh and laugh and say
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| He’s not being real that way
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| More dead than alive
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| Pulled up a coffin and I stepped in
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| I turned on the radio and the record on the radio kept skippin, skippin
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| I said I pulled up a coffin
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| I pulled up a coffin
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| I pulled up a coffin
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| I walked up to this psychological man
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| I said I got this problem about this coffin
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| He said here’s some cough drops
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| I said please don’t make such dumb jokes
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| This is art — or is it art or is it smart
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| Or is it just my heart
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| More dead than alive
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| Little girl when all my tears have dried
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| Little girl when everything was going great
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| Time to call up the in-crowd
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| Undead white zombie
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| More dead than alive
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| Well he played that game but he failed the test
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| Be he remembers he remembers the way of her hair and the shape of her breast
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| And he’ll tell the world about it now in a traveling show
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| Like some kind of circus
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| Like some kind of circus
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| Like some kind of circus
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| More dead than alive |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song More Dead Than Alive , by - Daniel Johnston. Song from the album More Songs Of Pain, in the genre Альтернатива