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I'm so tired |
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Of your lies |
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And the evil things |
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You're doing behind my back |
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Are there crimes |
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That you have never committed? |
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I doubt it, sometimes I wonder |
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When will you die? |
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You're insane |
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You are bad |
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You wreck everything you touch |
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And you're a sociopath |
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But there's one thing |
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That everyone's wondering |
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When will you die? |
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Schoolchildren stay at home (yeah) |
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And all the banks will close (yeah) |
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Each year we'll mark the date (yeah) |
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On which we celebrate (yeaah) |
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I know how |
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I know why |
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I can picture every part |
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Of your comeuppance, except |
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For the one remaining |
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Piece of the puzzle |
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Which is when you'll die |
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This is Dan |
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And that's Dan |
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And that's Marty on the drums |
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To complete the band |
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And I'm John |
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And he is also John |
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And all of us are wondering |
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When you're gonna die |
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Still you live |
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You go on |
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But you're running out the clock |
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And if we knew how long |
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I'd be counting down the days |
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Until the lovely one |
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On which you're gone |
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On that promised morning |
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We will wake and greet the dawn |
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Knowing that your wicked life is over |
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And that we will carry on |
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We'll exhale |
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We'll high five |
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We will know at last |
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How great it is to be alive |
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We'll be lining up |
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And buying tickets |
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And then we'll be jumping |
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Up and down on your grave |
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You're insane |
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You are bad |
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You wreck everything you touch |
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And you're a sociopath |
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And the only way to mitigate |
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Would be to know the date |
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You're scheduled to vacate |
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When are you going to die? |
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Look me in the eye |
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Tell me when you'll die |
