| You were right I’m hangin' 'round because
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| Light and sound won’t separate us from them
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| You were right I’m underground because
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| Slight of hand won’t separate your body from the dirt you’re standing on today
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| You’re the good things yeah that’s you…
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| You’re the icing on the cake on the table at my wake
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| You’re the extra ton of cash on my sinking life raft
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| You’re the loud sound of fun when I’m trying to sleep
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| You’re the flowers in my house when my allergies come out
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| You’re the good things…
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| And help’s not short when you’re diggin' your grave
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| I’ll help you dig it
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| So you’re diggin' your grave now you’re speakin' my language I’ll help you dig
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