| This cadaver is quite old
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| Body temperature stone cold
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| The shoulders the right hue
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| Fingers and toes are alike new
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| The elbows are not a lot
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| But I can tell it’s been a while since the heart stopped
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| No sound in
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| But there’s a little fluid in her left lung
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| The eyes look alive still
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| Mouth is relaxed like she died still
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| Up and for a moment as I race down
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| Ah, it seemed she’s released bowels
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| All the books say it’s too late
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| If you wait for the blue face
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| Face-to-face like the two snakes
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| On the cover of a book
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| But between us there’s other books
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| So let’s take another look
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| All the books say it’s too late
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| If you wait for the blue face
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| Face-to-face like the two snakes
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| On the cover of a book
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| But between us there’s other books
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| So let’s take another look
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| Her brain’s damaged and needs more oxygen
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| I can tell you where to get new parts
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| But it starts with a promise that you won’t go gossiping
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| Activities maintain with new drugs
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| But new brains don’t warm up new blood
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| Lanes reduce as time passes
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| Men in black hats and dark eyeglasses proved
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| An electric shock can start motors
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| Every other things that stop can start over
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| Maybe there’s some things to learn from dark code words
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| Maybe there’s some folks who seen that she’s gone
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| Maybe people study what they’re not supposed to
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| Once everybody is sleeping 'till dawn
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| I’m getting a little ahead of myself here but I need to uhm
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| Establish some ground rules you know what I mean?
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| All the books say it’s too late
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| If you wait for the blue face
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| Face-to-face like the two snakes
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| On the cover of a book
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| But between us there’s other books
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| So let’s take another look
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| All the books say it’s too late
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| If you wait for the blue face
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| Face-to-face like the two snakes
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| On the cover of a book
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| But between us there’s other books
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| So let’s take another look
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| You can’t just want things like they used to be
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| With no transplants and no scars
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| Just put up with those stars
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| All that light happened eons ago
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| It somehow knows where you are
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| And there are those that reproduce starlight
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| Even though it’s not at all far
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| Up close its power’s up here
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| There is no far and no near
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| No hello or goodbye
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| Everything dead is alive
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| As it may breathe it’s half gone |