| Last night I dreamed I laid me down and died
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| And lots of people came and signed their name
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| But only a few of them cried
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| They put me in a big pine box
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| And dropped me in a deep dark hole
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| And the preacher said a prayer for my lost soul
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| Well they covered me up and left me there to rot
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| And the guy next to me said, «Friend, I see
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| That’s a mighty fine box you’ve got»
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| He seemed kind of friendly
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| So I asked him the time of day
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| I heard him laughing
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| Then I know I heard the devil say
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| Time don’t pass by here no more
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| Just empty space and fear
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| No plane to fly, no wine to pour
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| Only pain to replace the tears
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| You can never recall your memories
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| You can never retrace the years
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| You’ll cry but no one hears
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| 'Cause time don’t pass by here
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| Well, I woke up
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| And wiped a tear away from my eye
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| And me and Mary Jane made a paper plane
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| Just to see how high we’d fly
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| She’s just like each passing day
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| She’s there and then she’s gone
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| And I’m the one that’s always gettin' stoned
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| Seems it’s hard for me to find where I belong
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| But I think that I’m the happiest
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| When I’m singing the saddest songs
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| When it comes my turn to die
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| And when I’m really gone
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| I hope the devil writes these words
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| Upon my tombstone
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| Time don’t pass by here no more
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| Just empty space and fear
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| No plane to fly, no wine to pour
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| Only pain to replace the tears
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| You can never recall your memories
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| You can never retrace the years
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| You’ll cry but no one hears
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| 'Cause time don’t pass by here
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| You’ll cry but no one hears
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| 'Cause time don’t pass by here |