| So now I’m stuck under the boards
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| No room to run, not anymore
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| I’m left to die here all alone
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| Or choose to live now on my own
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| I reach my hand above the ground
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| And feel for a root to pull me out
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| Now there is nothing I can do
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| I’m turning over in my tomb
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| When I get my feet out on the ground
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| I notice there ain’t no one around
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| Everybody go home
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| To hope to hide from the ghosts
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| But they’re living all alone
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| Stars are finally falling down
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| The trees reach up from underground
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| I’ll never be the man you want
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| I’ll never give you what you need
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| The only thing I wish I’d said
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| Is sorry for the things I’ve said
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| Now there is nothing I can do
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| I’m turning over in my tomb |