| When I finally die, won’t you bury me in
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| The same suit that you married her in?
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| Tell them I was murdered, murdered by a gun
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| Found, taken down, by my long-lost son
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| And tell them I was loved
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| That you always loved me
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| I know you didn’t
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| But spare them the vision
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| Of me in my kitchen
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| Six weeks past extinction
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| Photo in my hands, that are cold as your mother’s
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| Of two children laughing, before they got gutted
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| And now they’re a crime scene
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| They’re proof of a story
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| A story I sell page by page door to door, I
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| A story I sell page by page door to door, I
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| It’s a story I sell door to door
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| I pledge allegiance to Jesus, Jesus and your living room floor
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| I pledge allegiance to Jesus, Jesus and your living room floor
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| I pledge allegiance to Jesus, Jesus and
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| Now every night I dream of new answers
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| Of crying in limousines, of faking brain cancer
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| Please tell them I was eaten by monsters in caves
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| That they spat up my bones and I could not be saved
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| And tell them you’re so happy that you got to know me
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| I know you didn’t, but it’s better than showing me
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| Covered in ants in my room on the floor
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| Still clutching that same old plastic horse
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| I don’t need to know much as long as I am sure, I don’t
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| Need to know much as long as I am sure, I don’t
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| Need to know much as long as I am sure
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| And I’m always
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| I pledge allegiance to Jesus, Jesus and your living room floor
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| I pledge allegiance to Jesus, Jesus and your living room floor
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| I pledge allegiance to Jesus, Jesus and |