| He had a lot to say
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| He had a lot of nothing to say
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| We’ll miss him
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| We’ll miss him
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| He had a lot to say
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| He had a lot of nothing to say
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| We’ll miss him
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| We’ll miss him
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| We are gonna miss him
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| We are gonna miss him
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| So long
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| We wish you well
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| You told us how you weren’t afraid to die
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| Well, so long
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| Don’t cry here
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| Or feel too down
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| Not all martyrs see divinity
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| But at least you tried
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| Standing above the crowd
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| He had a voice that was strong and loud
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| We’ll miss him
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| We’ll miss him
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| Ranting and pointing his finger
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| At everything but his heart
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| We’ll miss him
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| We’ll miss him
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| We are gonna miss him
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| We are gonna miss him
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| Yeah, no way, yeah, to recall
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| What it was that you had said to me
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| Like I care at all
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| But it was so loud
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| And you sure could yell
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| You took a stand on every little thing
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| And it was so loud
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| You could be the one who saves me from my own existence
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| Warn while some child might chill, nine-one-two
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| I’m too smart when you’re invisible by the bone symbol on you. |
| So he bashes his
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| skull through the window while looking out to the sea. |
| Like torment of my ego.
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| And we’re amused by this
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| Yeah, standing above the crowd
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| He had a voice that was strong and loud and I
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| Swallowed his facade because I’m so
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| Eager to identify with
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| Someone above the ground
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| Someone who seemed to feel the same
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| Someone prepared to lead the way, and
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| Someone who would die for me
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| Will you? |
| Will you now?
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| Would you die for me?
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| Don’t you fucking lie
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| Don’t you step out of line
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| Don’t you step out of line
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| Don’t you step out of line
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| Don’t you fucking lie
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| You’ve claimed all this time that you would die for me
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| Why then are you so surprised when you hear your own
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| Eulogy?
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| He had a lot to say
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| He had a lot of nothing to say
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| He had a lot to say
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| He had a lot of nothing to say
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| Come down
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| Get off your fucking cross
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| We need the fucking space
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| To nail the next fool martyr
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| To ascend you must die
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| You must be crucified
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| For our sins and our lies
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| Goodbye |