| I stood up at central station
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| Waiting for my man
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| I went across this God-damned nation just to hold his hand
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| I waited there for hours but he didn’t show up
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| So I called him on the phone and he wouldn’t pick up
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| And I don’t know what this fuzz is about
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| I see dead man walking
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| Tonight
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| So I jumped into a cab
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| And I threw my lucky chain (?)
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| I was thinking about madness
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| I was thinking about sin
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| We stopped outside his house
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| And I climbed up on to the roof
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| I looked down through the window and realized that he had moved
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| And he don’t know what he’s dealing with here
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| I see dead man walking
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| Somewhere
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| And I landed on the front porch
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| I knocked on the door
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| A lady called Marie said
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| «He don’t live here anymore»
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| Oh do you know by any chance I said where to find him
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| 'Cause my heart seems to beat right through my skin
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| And I don’t know why he’s hiding from me
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| I see dead man walking
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| Marie
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| So I stole a bike in the Garden
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| I headed for the street
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| And I left my suitcase for them
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| So I thought I’d call it quits
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| I went down to the airport and I boarded the next flight
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| I figured I could be in Spain by night
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| I don’t know why he’s doing it really
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| I see dead man walking
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| From me
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| I fell asleep over New York
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| And I woke up in Madrid
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| The only man I long for
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| Is so quiet and well-hid
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| I paid the taxi driver way too much to go down town
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| When I got to his apartment he was gone
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| He don’t know that he’s driving me insane
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| I see dead man walking
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| From Spain
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| And down near the harbour
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| My hunger got appeased
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| But I’m still a starver
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| When it comes to being pleased
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| And as the ship came in I sneaked aboard on the left side
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| I didn’t have no money or no pride
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| And I don’t know why he keeps evading me
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| I see dead man walking
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| By sea
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| A sense of being seasick
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| Made me dizzier than before
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| I grabbed a yellow mop and
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| As we got into the shore
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| A man back in Madrid said you’d spent time in Marrakech
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| And I think I just laid eyes on your mistress
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| And I don’t know how the two of you dared
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| I see dead woman walking
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| Right there
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| I went up to the beach house
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| It had a lovely view
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| And as a further insult
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| I saw not just one kid but two
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| And they just stared me and said
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| «dad who’s that lady?»
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| I’ve never seen her in my life trust me
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| And I want this stranger out of my house
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| What’s the dead man talking
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| About?
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| So I sat down in the kitchen
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| I told him 'bout the pain
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| I spoke of how I missed him
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| And he said «your insane!»
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| I’m calling the police because you need to go home
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| They’re gonna take you back to where you came from
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| But that was something that he shouldn’t have said
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| Now the dead man walking
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| Is dead |