| I see the backbone of a thin man
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| Ribs comin' out of his chest
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| Got the same troubles as a tin man
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| His heart is a rusted mess
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| He keeps chasing those bomb shells
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| With a painted on smile
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| They don’t give it him the time of day
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| But that’s the full reason he cries
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| He cries
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| When I die I want to be sent back to try, try again
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| When I die I want to be sent back to try, try again
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| Because I’m not ready to let go of her pain
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| I’m not ready for heaven so let me off of this train
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| He said he wants a neon tombstone
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| When it’s his time to go
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| Said he hate to be forgotten
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| When he is six feet below
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| And if you try to love him
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| He won’t stay
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| Like’s his love from a distance
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| He will just push you away
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| And he will say
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| When I die I want to be sent back to try, try again
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| When I die I want to be sent back to try, try again
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| Because I’m not ready to let go
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| Of the pain
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| And I’m not ready for heaven
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| So let me off of this train
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| When I die I want to be sent back to try, try again
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| When I die I want to be sent back to try, try again
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| Because I’m not ready to let go
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| Of the pain
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| And I’m not ready for heaven
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| So let me off this train
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| Let me off this train
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| I’m not ready for heaven
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| So let me off this train |