| He swivels his head
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| Tears his eyes from the screen
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| As his past puts him back in Atlantic City
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| There’s not even a demon in Heaven or Hell
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| Is it all just human disguise
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| As I walk down the aisle
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| And I’m gone, gone, gone
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| Now I’m older than movies
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| Let me dance away
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| Now I’m wiser than dreams
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| Let me fly, fly, fly
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| While I’m touching tomorrow
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| And I know who’s there
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| When silhouettes fall
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| And I’m gone
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| Like I’m dancing on angels
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| And I’m gone through the crack in the past
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| Like a dead man walking
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| Like a dead man walking
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| Three old men dancing under her lamp lights
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| Shaking their sex in the bones
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| And the boys that we were
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| An alien nation in therapy
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| Sliding naked, anew
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| Like a bad tempered child
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| On the rain slicked streets
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| And I’m gone, gone, gone
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| Now I’m older than movies
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| Let me dance away
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| Now I’m wiser than dreams
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| Let me fly, fly, fly
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| While I’m touching tomorrow
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| And I know who’s there
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| When silhouettes fall
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| And I’m gone
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| Like I’m dancing on angels
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| And I’m gone through the crack in the past
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| Like a dead man walking
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| Like a dead man walking
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| Like a dead man
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| Like a dead man walking
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| And I’m gone, gone, gone
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| Let me dance, dance, dance
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| And I’m gone
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| Let me dance, dance, dance
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| And I’m gone
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| Like I’m dancing on angels
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| And I’m gone through the crack in the past
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| And I’m gone
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| Like I’m dancing on angels
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| And I’m gone through the crack in the past
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| Like a dead man walking
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| Like a dead man walking
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| Like a dead man |