| Thanks for stoppin' by my sickbed
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| To tell me where I’m goin' when I’m dead
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| To tell me all about the wrath to come
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| Some or clouds would have done
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| Free your mind while you still got time
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| I wouldn’t trade your life for mine
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| Can’t help but wonder how you sleep at night
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| Don’t be a and roll your life
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| You only get three score and ten
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| You don’t get to go around again
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| Look like you set too high a price
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| For a ticket to paradise
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| in love, does that sound wrong?
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| They got a name for that
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| Where I come from
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| Free your mind while you still got time
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| I wouldn’t trade your life for mine
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| Can’t help but wonder how you sleep at night
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| Don’t be a and roll your life
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| Ow wow
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| Free your mind while you still got time
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| I wouldn’t trade your life for mine
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| Can’t help but wonder how you sleep at night
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| Don’t be a and roll your life
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| Ow
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| There’s two ways that I can go:
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| Up above or down below
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| What’s to choose now
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| Take your pick
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| ‘Cause I don’t want your carrot
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| And I ain’t scared of your stick
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| No easy target and the weak
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| Come back and try it
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| When I’m on my feet
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| Free your mind while you still got time
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| I wouldn’t trade your life for mine
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| Can’t help but wonder how you sleep at night
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| Don’t be a and roll your life
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| Ow
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Whew
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| Hey, yeah yeah
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| Ow
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| Ow
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| Ow |