| I heard the guy next door as he bumped to the floor
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| It was early morning, he’d done that before
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| This time it came with a different touch
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| At that point I didn’t think of it much
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| Surely the guy is heavy and tough
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| But who knows when someone had enough?
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| Roaming the streets after dark
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| Jump to conclusions on small remarks
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| The sinister guy in every scene
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| He found himself a bad routine
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| Hiding his life in the shade
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| One of those that is sure to fade
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| He got another stone when he died
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| It says: here lies a man who tried
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| But never escaped the rising tide
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| Never came across the great divide
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| Maybe someone stole his heart of gold
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| Replaced it with something empty and cold
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| Let’s just say it didn’t feel right
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| When dark clouds came rolling in that night
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| A big shot having a mean tattoo
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| Still he knew there was nothing to do
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| He got another stone when he died
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| It says: here lies a man who tried
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| But never escaped the rising tide
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| Never came across the great divide |