| I was all alone…
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| And drunk as shit when the Universe caved in…
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| Now I’m drifting out alone…
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| I heard a voice…
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| And my heart sank like The Santa Margarita
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| Never to be seen or heard from again
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| Well I don’t believe in life after death…
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| I do believe that all good vices
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| All good grudges
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| All good loves deserve to resurrect
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| So I raise the dead!
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| The ebb and flow
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| Forever marching on and on and on
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| No regard for anyon
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| The best we can do is fight th urge to let the waves wash us away
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| You know I wanna believe that we’ll find peace in rest
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| I just wanna breathe and decompress
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| I think of all of the times that I gave Death the slip
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| I know that one of these nights I’m gonna fuck up and I’ll trip
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| Come to think of it… I’ve been hearing whispers
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| And he’s been asking questions…
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| So I’ll be moving on
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| I’ll be moving on (I'll be moving on)
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| I’ll be moving on (I'll be moving on)
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| I wanna believe that we’ll find peace in rest
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| I just wanna breathe and decompress (decompress!)
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| Come to think of it… I’ve been hearing whispers
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| And he’s been asking questions…
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| So I’ll be moving on |