| I read a book today
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| It made me think of a life I led
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| It seemed so far away, but then I wouldn’t call it dead
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| I see a name or two and the ghosts just start to roam
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| I had 'em locked away
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| It seems they’ve cut their own parole
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| Now face the music, son
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| Some people live to remember when
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| But you’re no storage space
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| You’ve lived a dozen lives since then
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| So what would Modok do if his memory got too full?
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| He’d find a powersource and then he’d pick what plugs to pull
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| I looked in the mirror and somebody blew up
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| I turned on my TV and somebody blew up
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| I learned how to lie well and somebody blew up
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| I learned how to live true and somebody blew up
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| My brain was still today
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| Just taking a little death
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| Just like the doctors say:
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| I never get that kind of rest
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| The movie’s on again
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| They got me nullifying ghosts
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| I’m better dead than red
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| I guess I’ll never get off the boat
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| I looked in the mirror and somebody blew up
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| I turned on my tv and somebody blew up
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| I learned how to lie well and somebody blew up
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| I learned how to live true and somebody blew up |