| Thanks for the coffee mama
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| I could hardly keep my eyelids from falling down
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| And thanks for the body mama
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| I’m gong to go outside and destroy it now
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| I’m gong to piss my ashes all over the town
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| 'Cause this place it is a hospital with locks on all the doors
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| And it don’t need me around that much anymore
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| And I’ve been feeling like a penny in a payphone on the shore
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| 'Cause this world don’t need me around that much anymore
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| Thanks for the praying mama
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| I’m not sure how that stuff works but it’s the thought that counts
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| Thanks for just saying mama that you like me around
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| I’ve been more gone by the ounce
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| I’ve been shooting back my doubts
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| All my brothers have found others
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| And I’ve forgotten what my friends are for
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| 'Cause they don’t need me around that much anymore
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| These towns don’t need me around
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| And I’ve been down as the ocean floor
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| 'Cause this world don’t need me around that much anymore
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| The skyline it is no longer my marquee
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| All the bugs outside my window
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| They have found better things to sing about
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| New dreamers to praise
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| They say «Don't come around just let the wind blow»
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| Like it was summertime and I’m a sweater
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| On a southern woman’s floor
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| She don’t need me around that much anymore
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| And if the afterlife is just the soil
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| Then my name it is the Lord
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| The world don’t need me around that much anymore |