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Union square at about 9 o'clock |
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Friday night, boy was he rocked |
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Just a dumb beer drinking jock |
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Unaware as he staggered and mocked |
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On the platform you see a push |
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There's a slam and an eerie squish |
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Hear the cracking of his back |
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The bloody limbs grind the red tracks |
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Insta-death your last breath |
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Split-second prayers won't save |
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The shit you've stepped in |
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Insta-death your last breath |
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It's all over now |
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And this is your last wind |
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Folks can't deal with a mad mad world |
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Try and fly cute little girl |
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People all freaked out on the ruckus |
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Scrape - Scrape into a bucket |
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All dreams are six feet in the floor |
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Atop the clouds in front of Peter's door |
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Finding your way out becomes a chore |
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Looks like death is a hopeless bore |
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Lie unexpected, lie unexpected |
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Dear mother brings you flowers |
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As you both rot away the hours |
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The aftermath of time |
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Thoughts decaying with your mind |
