| You were laying on the carpet
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| Like you’re satin in a coffin
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| You said, «Do you believe what you’re saying?»
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| Yeah, right now, but not that often
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| Are you dead or are you sleeping?
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| Are you dead or are you sleeping?
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| Are you dead or are you sleeping?
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| God, I sure hope you are dead
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| Well you disappeared so often
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| Like you dissolved into coffee
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| Are you here right now, or are there probably
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| Fossils under your meat?
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| Are you dead or are you sleeping?
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| Are you dead or are you sleeping?
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| Are you dead or are you sleeping?
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| God, I sure hope you are dead
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| Now the blow’s been softened
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| Since the air we breathe’s our coffin
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| Well, now the blow’s been softened
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| Since the ocean is our coffin
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| Often times you know our laughter
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| Is your coffin ever after
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| And you know the blow’s been softened
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| Since the world is our coffin
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| Well, now the blow’s been softened
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| Since we are our own damn coffins
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| Well, everybody’s talking about their short lists
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| Everybody’s talking about death
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| You were laying on the carpet
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| Like you’re satin in a coffin
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| You said, «Do you believe what you’re saying?»
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| Yeah, right now, but not that often
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| Are you dead or are you sleeping?
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| Are you dead or are you sleeping?
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| Are you dead or are you sleeping?
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| God, I sure hope you are dead |