| Everyday I lay in a bed
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| Everyday I lay in a bed of needles
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| Oh, the summer, the sun and the sky
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| Oh, the summer, the sun and the sky, deep and blue
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| They say it’s time to die, they say you better try
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| Others make their connections
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| Some people wanna fight, some people wanna get by
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| Others stuck with addiction
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| And in my head I’m going southbound
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| And somehow I don’t feel the same
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| And in my head I’m going southbound
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| And somehow I don’t feel the same
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| Feel the same,
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| They say it’s time to die, they say you better try
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| Can’t you make your connection
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| You feel the needle bite, walk on the other side
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| You are stuck with addiction
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| And in my head I’m going southbound
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| And somehow I don’t feel the same
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| 6:15, rattles all my bones
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| At 65 your motor groans
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| Whatever it takes to get it done
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| You take your time but you hurry up
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| You hurry up
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| Everyday I lay in a bed of needles
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| And in my head I’m going southbound
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| And somehow I don’t feel the same
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| And in my head I’m going southbound
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| And somehow I don’t feel the same
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| Feel the same,
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| Everyday I lay in a bed of needles |