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(Here lies Charlie. You can tell it's him 'cause we put his name on the stone.) |
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He kept his showers ice cold, |
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Used eco-friendly lightbulbs |
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Rode his bicycle to work when the gasoline price rose |
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He'd judge with no pretense, fish on the weekends |
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Each morning, get up, do the Pledge of Allegience |
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Never swim in the ocean, for fear of shark attacks |
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Bi-monthly get his wife a rose with a card attached |
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Avoiding all the little things that were hard to ask |
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Had a car crash, cardiac arrest, died of a heart attack |
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Up the golden escalator, all his friends and neighbors |
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Huddled there in prayer around the respirator |
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Catch you later, I'm off to see the man upstairs |
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They all look like ants from here |
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Stars and crystal chandaliers |
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There was an angel at the entrance |
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Checking off a guest list |
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Charlie wasn't on it, and was ushered to the exit |
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His heart sank, he was breathless |
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Excuse me, sir! |
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There must be someone you've confused me for |
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If I could see someone who knew me or someone in uniform |
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I go to church on Sunday, truly, usually more! |
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Screaming at the angels while they pushed him through the door! |
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Excuse me, sir! |
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There must be someone you've confused me for |
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If I could see someone who knew me or someone in uniform |
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I go to church on sunday, truly, usually more! |
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Screaming at the angels while they pushed him through the door! |
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"Abandon all hope, all ye who enter." |
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It was a horrifying sign, but sounded like a neat adventure. |
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Far beyond the halos and the castles in the clouds |
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Fatsos squealing, shackled with some apples in their mouths |
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Attention whores in padded bras hanging from extension cords |
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Tortured with the products from their favorite catalogs |
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Here, we buy and sell a million kinds of Hell |
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Imagination is the limit to the devil's clientelle |
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Up a dingy elevator, no televised debate, |
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no savior saves you from the Hell you paid for |
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Sorry buddy, smell you later |
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Side-stepped fate |
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Went right for the gate |
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But you know the devil, he loves a good chase! |
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There was a demon at the entrance, making X's on a checklist |
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Who would kick you in the ass when you begged him for repentance |
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Those tempted by the senses with the cruelest of intentions |
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Charlie's heart sank, he was breathless |
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Excuse me, sir! |
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There must be someone you've confused me for |
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If I could see someone who knew me or someone in uniform |
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I really don't belong here, I know you've heard the tune before |
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Screaming at the demons while they pushed him through the door! |
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Excuse me, sir! |
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There must be someone you've confused me for |
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If I could see someone who knew me or someone in uniform |
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I really don't belong here, I know you've heard the tune before |
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Screaming at the demons while they pushed him through the door! |
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You can run from your demons until you are exhausted |
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One day you will have to stop and find out what they wanted |
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A-running from those demons until you are exhausted |
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You can run to those angels until you are exhausted |
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One day you will have to stop and question what they wanted |
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Keep on running to those angels until you are exhausted |
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Excuse me, sir! |
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There must be someone you've confused me for |
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If I could see someone who knew me or someone in uniform |
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(I don't want to die) (Please don't let me die) |
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I really don't belong here, I know you've heard the tune before |
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Screaming at the demons while they pushed him through the door! |
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Excuse me, sir! |
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There must be someone you've confused me for |
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If I could see someone who knew me or someone in uniform |
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I really don't belong here, I know you've heard the tune before |