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I've got no plot to my.. |
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N fortune waiting for me still |
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And mind cells to blame |
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For the feeling that almost got me killed. |
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And for the surgeons play |
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That opened up my veins |
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So I must thank some god |
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That I'm alive today. |
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Last of the morphine's gone |
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The needle swept away, |
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I've taken the last of my pills |
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And they clouded lefty for my brain. |
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I great the one like off the dawn |
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Alive and ever seen, |
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So I must thank so god |
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That I have survived my fate. |
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The sky is filled with the open eyes, |
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The last few years I've known |
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Each empty X bends for the flyer fun |
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Seen and unresolved. |
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.. to waking up at night and winding without sound |
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I must thank some god |
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That I am still around. |