| Oh, the dead don’t die
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| Any more than you or I
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| They’re just ghosts inside a dream
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| Of a life that we don’t own
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| They walk around sometimes
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| Never payin' any mind
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| To the silly lives we lead
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| Or the reaping we’ve all sown
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| There’s a cup of coffee waiting on every corner
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| Someday we’re gonna wake up and find the corner’s gone
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| But the dead will still be walking 'round this ol' world alone
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| Oh, well after life is over the afterlife goes on
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| There’ll be old friends walking 'round
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| In a somewhat-familiar town
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| That you saw once when you looked up from your phone
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| Nobody bothers saying «hi»
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| And you can save all your goodbyes
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| Stop trying to pretend that we’re all not alone
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| And the streets look so empty in the morning
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| There’ll be no one out at night for the lights to shine down on
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| But the dead’ll still be walking 'round in this old world alone
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| Oh, well after life is over the afterlife goes on
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| Hearts break when loved ones journey on
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| At the thought that they’re now forever gone
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| So we tell ourselves they’re all still around us all the time
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| Gone but not forgotten, just memories left behind
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| But the dead’ll still be walking 'round in this old world alone
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| Oh, well after life is over the afterlife goes on
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| Oh, well after life is over the afterlife goes on |