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Me and Lazarus, we shovel all the ashes out |
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Black bare linens blowing 'round |
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Back and forth and up and down |
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oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go |
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| [00:54.33] |
Me and Lazarus kept bailing on the riverboat |
| [00:58.71] |
Floating by the choir rose |
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Bobbing in the ebb and flow |
| [01:04.08] |
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go |
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He's an emancipated punk and he can dance |
| [01:21.21] |
But he's got a hole in the pocket of his pants |
| [01:28.35] |
Must be a symptom of outstanding circumstances |
| [01:31.72] |
Woah |
| [01:47.36] |
Me and Lazarus, we fiddle with a baby spoon |
| [01:51.17] |
Fever flowing through the room |
| [01:53.74] |
Far too long and way too soon |
| [01:56.67] |
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go |
| [02:04.71] |
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| [02:14.45] |
Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues |
| [02:18.45] |
Hand-me downs and Sunday shoes |
| [02:21.71] |
Never made the local news |
| [02:24.14] |
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go |
| [02:32.84] |
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| [02:35.47] |
And I'm a liberated loser that can roll |
| [02:40.81] |
But where my pocket was I'm peeking through a hole |
| [02:46.53] |
A couple second-chances surely would console me |
| [02:51.41] |
Woah |
