I was sick. I was dead. Lay my head on the
cement bed. I had a few good years, but
they don't know...
Come on now, don't leave me hanging -
'cause I wanna get down or I -- I'll start
believing what they said.
In my heart I don't believe it, and if I go
ahead I know that you're leaving, and I --
I can't wait to see you go. I can't wait to see
you go.
In my heart I feel so high. I want know
the answers why. I ask so many questions
they let me go. They hang up the
telephone
"And if I die before I wake, I know that it
must frustrate some people that need a
paycheck. Well, they need their blood let."
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