| Step politely over me
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| When I’m given to the ground
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| Keep hidden the memory
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| Of where they lay me down
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| Let the rain come over me
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| Wash away the years of filth
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| Swallowing my memory
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| Wash it down with bitter guilt
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| Giving water to the dead
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| Drink what I used to be
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| Now the cup’s gone sour
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| Since you tasted me
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| Giving water to the dead
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| Drink what I used to be
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| Now the cup’s gone sour
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| Since you tasted me
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| You’ve misplaced your tiny gods
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| Lost them to the ground
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| Let them suffocate with me
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| In the place they lay me down
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| Step politely over me
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| Watch the hollow in the ground
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| This space left blank for you
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| Next to where they lay me down
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| Giving water to the dead
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| Drink what I used to be
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| Giving water to the dead
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| Drink what I used to be
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| Giving water to the dead, the dead, the dead |