| If I see the morning hours
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| I’ll have one more yesterday
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| Take life from tomorrow
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| Cause I’ve burned out my today
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| If I get up to the top I know
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| I’ll just go back downhill
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| Gotta terminal future
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| And it’s time to write my will
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| Down another glass of courage
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| And a shot of Thorazine
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| We’re not ready to see you yet
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| 99 ways to die
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| We’re not ready to see you yet
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| Gotta short between the earphones
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| Wringing my hands in dismay
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| A more efficient maniac
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| With two feet in the grave
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| Ain’t got no last words to say
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| Yellow streak right up my spine
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| The gun in my mouth was real
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| And the taste blew my mind
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| In a black tie and straight jacket
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| Man I’m gonna try again
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| We’re not ready to see you yet
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| 99 ways to die
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| We’re not ready to see you yet
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| We’re not ready to see you yet
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| 99 ways to die
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| We’re not ready to see you yet
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| Perhaps a demitasse of arsenic
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| Try on this tie
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| Never mind the tree
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| There is only death and danger
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| In the socket of my eye
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| A playground of illusion
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| No one plays they only die
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| There’s a prison in my mind
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| And the bars are gonna break
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| I’m as mad as a hatter
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| And strung out just the same
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| Taunting Rigor Mortis
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| I feel it draw me in
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| We’re not ready to see you yet
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| 99 ways to die
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| We’re not ready to see you yet
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| We’re not ready to see you yet
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| 99 ways to die
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| We’re not ready to see you yet
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| We’re not ready
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| We’re not ready
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| We’re not ready
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| Not tonight, not tonight |