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Standing on out on the |
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Edge of the building |
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Watching the traffic below |
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Drinking a beer and thinking of jumping |
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Not far from ready to go |
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Below me the crowd |
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Slowing gathers around |
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Cops cars with news cameras too |
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I just can't get out of this pain I'm in |
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And I don't know what else to do |
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Sometimes i feel like |
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I'm so uninvited |
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Like something so out of touch |
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They tell me depression |
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Runs in the family |
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Well, that doesn't help me much |
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The crowds yelling "jump" |
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Over a cop on a bullhorn |
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Making them harder to hear |
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He's saying something about |
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Having so much to live for |
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I'm almost threw with my beer |
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(Whistling) |
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Squinting my eyes to |
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See through the sunlight |
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The crows even bigger now |
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There's no point in wondering |
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What afterlife's like |
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It don't matter anyhow |
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We're already in hell |
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As far as I can tell |
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Just listen to these people scream |
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This feels like a rally |
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In a high school field house |
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I feel like the captain of the team |
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Well, here goes the captain of the team... |
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(Whistling) |
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Follow the light to the Garden of Eden |
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You stand at the pearly gates |
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Saint Peter comes over |
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His hand on my shoulder |
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He's telling me I got away |
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He says, "You know you can't kill yourself |
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And still get in here kid. But you look like |
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A victim of circumstance |
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So I'm just gonna break every bone in your |
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Body and give you another chance" |
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Waking up slowly |
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Looking around me, alone in a recovery room |
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But closing my eyes |
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I can see the new sunrise |
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Over acres of flowers in bloom |
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I don't know when it will be |
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But the next time you see me |
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I'll be tapping to a whole new beat |
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Walking souls in to the holes of my shoes |
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Down the sunny side of the street |
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Sunshine... |
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(Whistling) |