| I’m climbing out of the hole that Ive been digging
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| Throwing out all the blue prints I have drawn up for the safe house
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| I stashed away enough food for forty days, gallons of water, first aid,
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| and propane,
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| And some wine to entertain
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| I’m always planning for the worst
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| I signed my will right after birth
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| I’ve got my eulogy rehearsed
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| I fall to pieces and I get weak in the knees
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| When I think about eternity
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| Have I been led astray?
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| Feeling like they forgot me He had the right name but the wrong street
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| I’m pulling nails out from the coffin
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| I’m gasping for air
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| My eyes are full just like the moon
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| I’ve got a silver bullet stare
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| The holy grail that I was taught
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| Was fiction but the fact is that it’s not
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| In communion with my thoughts
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| The vultures circle overhead
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| Hanging like halos for the dead
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| But I’m not suited for one yet
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| I fall to pieces and I get weak in the knees
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| When I think about eternity
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| Have I been led astray
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| Feeling like they forgot me He had the right name but the wrong street
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| I’m a number in a lottery
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| Life’s a boardwalk game god rigged to cheat
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| As the snow falls all along the peaks
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| My minds an avalanche I’m digging through to reach
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| All the things Ive tried to shove down deep
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| My minds an avalanche I’m digging through to reach
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| If I could run, but with its speed
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| I’m bound to be buried here underneath
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| A tidal wave triggered to teach
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| That life on an island isn’t what it seems
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| I’m cutting off my toes just so that I can spite my feet
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| I fall to pieces and I get weak in the knees
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| When I think about eternity
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| Have I been led astray
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| Feeling like they forgot me He had the right name but the wrong street |