| Seems like a dead man stickin' to you
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| And it seems like his last thoughts are stuck to your shoe
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| Seems like a dead man stickin' to you
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| Seems like a dead man stuck to your shoe
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| Seems like a dead man stickin' to you, yeah
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| Seems like a dead man stickin' to you!
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| D-d-d-dead man hold me near with all that you hold dear
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| I can shut my eyes down tight and make you disappear
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| Then I fall down…
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| Well, it seems like tomorrow is yesterdays news, yeah
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| And it seems like you can’t win, can’t win for losing
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| Seems like a dead man stickin' to you
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| Seems like tomorrow is yesterdays news
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| Seems like a dead man stickin' to you
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| Seems like a dead man stickin' to you!
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| D-d-d-dead man, what got you here? |
| A little wrinkled little smeared
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| I can shut my eyes down tight and make you disappear
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| Then I fall down…
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| My eyes hang from their sockets, I wear a ball and chain
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| Can you hear the rockets exploding in my brain?
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| They go…
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| I feel the insecurity, I feel the sting of pain
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| The upside of insanity; |
| I side with the insane
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| They go…
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| They come across the black and white, they ravage me with fear
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| I can close my eyes down tight and make them disappear
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| You know, I feel like a dead man, dead man…
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| D-d-d-dead man what got you here? |
| A little wrinkled little smeared
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| I can shut my eyes down tight and make you disappear
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| Then I fall down… |