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We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives |
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We all lie in a pile singing songs in straight lines |
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We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives |
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We all lie in a pile singing songs all the while |
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I could pass away |
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Pass away and not much would be left |
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Ashes, ashes on the ground |
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I guess I never left the ground |
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Murder, murder on the walls |
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Late night curtain calls are heard by skeletons in closets |
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Man they'll reach out and grab your hands |
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'Cause you've got grace on a bad day |
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'Cause you've got grace on a bad day |
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'Cause you've got grace throw |
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Everybody's face under the falling eyes |
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We hold onto this moment all our lives |
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We all stand in a circle what's yours it was mine |
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We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives |
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We all lie in a pile singing songs all the while |
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I could pass away |
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It still wouldn't feel real to me |
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This illusive walk of death |
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Holding hands with skeletons |
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Learners, teachers will provide |
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Their own sweet style of elegant lies |
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But I won't stop trying |
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No I won't stop trying |
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'Cause you've got grace on a bad day |
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'Cause you've got grace on a bad day |
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'Cause you've got grace throw |
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Everybody's face under the falling eyes |
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'Cause you've got grace on a bad day |
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'Cause you've got grace throw |
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Everybody's face under the falling eyes |
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'Cause you've got grace on a bad day |
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'Cause you've got grace on a bad day |
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'Cause you've got grace throw |
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Everybody's face under the falling eyes |
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We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives |
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We all lie in a pile singing songs in straight lines |
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We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives |
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We all lie in a pile singing songs all the while |
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We all lie in a pile singing songs all the while |
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We all lie in a pile singing songs all the while |
