| While you slept it off
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| Your empire was lost
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| Now we’re not your sons
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| Your old silver tongue
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| It don’t work too well now
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| We wandered off
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| With our heads nice and soft
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| But we were still numb
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| And we burned in the sun
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| And got torn to pieces
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| I walked across from eyes
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| And scratched my name into the sky
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| The things beneath my floorboards fly
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| I’ll never let them out
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| And all my teeth are down at my feet
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| And all of the blood comes in a flood
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| Start counting sheep
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| Then I fall asleep again
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| And by myself I’m wondering
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| A forest made of skeletons
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| Of people I once knew
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| And all their spines are perfectly aligned
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| Like cold power lines
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| My feet left the ground
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| And I floated off and got lost
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| Now this ain’t my home
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| There’s no warmth in these bones
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| Just a mock up to help me pretend I’m sleeping
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| While we slept it off
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| All the money was lost
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| Now we can’t stand up
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| Yeah, the blood in our guts
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| It just weighs us down now
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| We’ll crawl along
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| Despite what goes wrong
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| 'Cause we’re not that young
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| Takes more than your guns to scare us off now
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| My feet left the ground
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| And I floated off and got lost
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| Now my house is far below
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| It’s buried in snow
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| And I can’t see my footprints anymore; |
| they’re too small
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| I drift through the clouds with my heart in my mouth
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| I’m not stopping
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| Now the Earth is far behind
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| I’m lost in the sky with my eyes closed
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| I’m just waiting for my air to run out |