| There’s a thousand things you got to see to believe
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| Come on, lay those bones down at my feet
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| We’re gonna look to the future, see what we see
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| Man, I say you future looks pretty damn dim
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| I couldn’t say if you’re gonna sink or swim
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| Give me five dollars and I’ll sing you a song
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| Gonna tell you something you knew all along
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| That’s, uh
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| Yes, I know we all die at the end of the road
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| Ain’t nothin' round here you can hold
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| Guess no, guess no, body knows
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| That when I die, go back home
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| Yes, I know we all die at the end of the road
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| Ain’t nothin' round here you can hold
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| When I go, just take my bones
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| Scatter them from here back to my home
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| Listen to me, now when I speak
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| Say, I do my best talkin' when I’m fast asleep
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| Come on and lay your head down next to mine
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| You can listen to the spirits of the dead just fine, oh
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| Come on, help me with these iron wings
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| We’re gonna fly so high we hear the angels sing
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| Man, it feels good to have my feet off the ground
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| I hope the good God Almighty that I never come down
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| Yes, I know we all die at the end of the road
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| Ain’t nothin' round here you can hold
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| When I go, just take my bones
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| Scatter them from here back to my home
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| Yes, I know we all die at the end of the road
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| Ain’t nothin' round here you can hold
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| When I go, just take my bones
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| Scatter them from here back to my home |