| I bank on the funeral
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| 'Cause I learned all my lessons that way
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| I chipped from my heaven’s sin
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| Until I stole everything that I made
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| And this millstone is heavy as hell
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| And I can’t see so well
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| And I still feel the swell
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| And my hands and my feet are expelled
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| Better dead than in hell
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| And again with the swell
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| I bank on the funeral
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| 'Cause the truth is alive; |
| it’s okay
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| The salt was in other words
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| More flavorful in those days
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| And this millstone is heavy as hell
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| And I can’t see so well
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| And I still feel the swell
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| And my hands and my feet are expelled
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| Better dead than in hell
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| And again with the swell
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| Only lesson learned could tell
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| Better dead than in hell
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| Only lesson learned could tell
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| Better dead than in hell
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| Only lesson learned could tell
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| Better dead than in hell |