| Ever since I can remember I’ve been okay at best
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| It seems like every day’s a struggle just to get out of bed
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| As a kid I thought it couldn’t get much better than this
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| Now I’m one pessimistic son of a bitch
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| It was the last thing
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| My momma taught me how could I be so naive, she said
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| Don’t worry kid, the dead days are on their way
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| Coffins line the streets so dig your grave
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| There’s not a soul alive or heart to break
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| Cause we’re all dead anyways rotting away
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| Soon we’ll all be dead…
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| We’re already dead…
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| She said, I’m sorry now you know
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| I had no time to react
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| Since then I been out on my own
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| But time was moving too fast
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| So I’ve accepted my fate
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| Because we’re all gonna die someday
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| I never cared for life much anyway
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| It was the last thing
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| My momma taught me how could I be so naive, she said
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| Don’t worry kid, the dead days are on their way
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| Coffins line the streets so dig your grave
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| There’s not a soul alive or heart to break
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| Cause we’re all dead anyways rotting away
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| Soon we’ll all be dead…
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| We’re already dead…
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| Yeah, yeah pushin' daisies dead
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| Bored to fucking death
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| Yeah, we’re already dead
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| And drowning to debt
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| Paid with a shot to the head
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| Too strange for me to come to terms with
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| She had me thinking what am I up against
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| Everything I ever love goes to shit
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| The dead days are on their way
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| Coffins line the streets so dig your grave
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| There’s not a soul alive or heart to break
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| Cause we’re all dead anyways rotting away
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| Soon we’ll all be dead…
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| We’re already dead…
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| Yeah, pushin' daisies dead
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| Bored to fucking death
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| Yeah, we’re already dead |