| The spirit climbs my spine to the brain
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| Followin' the railroad tracks down again
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| I needed space, with soul, maybe we can die there
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| Maybe we can
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| Stop, I’m already dead, yeah
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| Stop, I’m already dead
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| My, my, my mother, she said
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| «Heaven's on one shoulder, but baby hell is on the other,» yeah
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| Tied neatly in a box beneath the bed, it was the bones of my father
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| Oh baby we can
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| Stop, na-na-na-hoo
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| I’m already dead, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Stop, na-na-na-hoo
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| I’m already dead, yeah
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| I am already dead
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| Uh-huh, uh-huh, ohoh, yeah
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| Uh-huh, uh-huh, ohoh
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| Stop, na-na-na-hoo
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| I’m already dead, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Stop, na-na-na-hoo
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| I’m already dead, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Stop, na-na-na-hoo
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| I’m already dead, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Stop, na-na-na-hoo
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| I’m already dead, yeah
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| I am already dead |