| I drive straight through
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| Red lights, my eyes closed
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| And I find you
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| Am I dead?
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| You’re trying to kill me, I know
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| You’re trying to end me, I’m sure
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| You’re trying to make me your corpse
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| You’re trying to make me your ghost
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| But I’m dead either way
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| I’m dead either way
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| But I’m dead either way
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| I’m dead either way
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| I am a bag of bones, dancing with my skeleton
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| Holographic armored truck crashed into my mega-bus
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| On the way to San Francisco
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| To see a girl, it nearly killed him
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| To my heart, and ride away
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| Stopped the bridge, and washed away
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| You’re trying to kill me, I know
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| You’re trying to end me, I’m sure
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| You’re trying to make me your corpse
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| You’re trying to make me your ghost
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| But I’m dead either way
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| I’m dead either way
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| But I’m dead either way
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| (I'm) |