| She’s been, thinkin', life ain’t, givin' her what she needs
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| What can, make her, happy, is always out of her reach
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| Somebody gotta help me
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| But she, could not, see that, everything she wanted
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| Was in-side of, her heart, but she wouldn’t give it away
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| No, she wouldn’t give it away
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| We don’t need no mournful sound
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| Shake your graveclothes to the ground
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| Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes,
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| Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes
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| Thoughts you’re thinkin' make you feel like you’re dead
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| But you can grow a garden out the top of your head
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| Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes,
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| Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes
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| Don’t get lost inside your head
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| Don’t get lost inside your head
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| Don’t get lost inside your head
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| Don’t get lost inside your head
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| He’s been, wishin', he was, the best and the brightest
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| Scared to, give what, he’s got, no he wouldn’t give it away
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| Self-deprecation, lack of motivation, stealing his aliveness
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| In the silence love abounds and has already filled the spaces
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| And replaces them with grace if he would only stop to feel, to see
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| We don’t need no mournful sound
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| Shake your graveclothes to the ground
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| Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes,
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| Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes
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| Thoughts you’re thinkin' make you feel like you’re dead
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| But you can grow a garden out the top of your head
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| Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes,
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| Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes |