| Think I’ll drink myself into a coma
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| And I’ll take every way out I can find
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| But morphine, codeine, whiskey, they won’t alter
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| The way I feel the way now death is not around
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| So death, take your fiddle and play a song for me
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| Play a song we used to sing
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| The one that brought you close to me
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| Play a song and I will sing along
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| I think I’d like to take myself to heaven
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| 'Cause I ain’t been there many times before
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| And Jesus Christ, if I don’t know if I like it
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| Sadness struck a thousand times or more
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| So death, take your fiddle and play a song for me
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| Play a song we used to sing
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| The one that brought you close to me
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| Play a song and I will sing along
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| Think I’ll drink myself into a coma
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| And I’ll take every pill that I can find
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| But morphine, codeine, whiskey, they won’t alter
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| The way I feel now death is not around
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| The way I feel now death is not around
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| The way I feel now death is not around |