| Heaven help the man that said, «Help me, I think I’m dead
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| But wait a while, I’m not completely sure.»
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| But then he didn’t speak up so we laid him down, buried him six feet under
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| ground
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| Oh what on earth did he think his mouth was for?
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| Don’t talk to him about life about life and death:
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| We know a part but he knows the rest
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| Hats off to the man who said he could when he couldn’t
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| He didn’t get away with it:
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| He never hurt nobody but his face did fit
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| The frame in which he was set up, running out of time, running out of luck
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| Well what on earth did he think his mouth was for?
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| Don’t talk to him about truth and lies:
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| Oh if he’s six feet tall he’s half the size
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, don’t take, no
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| And damn the man who said that he was right, (I'm right!) not quite
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| Hairy arms and sweaty palms, never had no trouble turning on the charms
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| Heaven help the man who said, «I know, it’s in my head
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| But wait a while, I’m not completely sure
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| But I know what’s mine’s my own and what’s yours is mine
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| And I’m telling you no, no for the thirteenth time
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, don’t take my hope
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no |