| Living Like You Said |
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| I don’t remember my name, |
| Can not remember what it sounded like — |
| Someone did something to my brain, |
| Somebody’s dead, but |
| I’m feeling fine |
| I have the arms I never use, |
| I tell the things, but |
| They are bold and false |
| Some part of me still knows my soul, |
| But there’s a part which just follows |
| My body calls |
| I’m living like you said: |
| I’m praying in the evening |
| And I fall into the sin on Fridays |
