I could break free from the
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wood of a coffin
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if I need
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But nothin's hard as
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Gettin' free from places
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I've already been
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I've been waste-deep
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in the burnin' meadows
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of my mind
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In the engine
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In cold December
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shootin' fire from the hose
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Now turn off your lights
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'cause I'm not comin' home
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'til I'm delivered for the first time
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I was first-born to a parade
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that follows in rows
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down a narrow cold black river
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faceless shadows
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movin' slow
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I would move swift when
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the sounds of a trumpet would blow
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I've been the puppet
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I've been the strings
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I know the vacant face it brings
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Now the bells of curfew
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They may ring before I'm through
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But soon
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I'll be delivered for the first time
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You might keep clean
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in the back of an angel motorcade
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It doesn't matter who walks in
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you know, the joke is still the same
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You'll just wake up
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like a disposable lover
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decomposed
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I've been gone
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I've been remembered
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I've been alive
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I've been a ghost
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So now, if downtown explodes
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I'll still be on this road
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'til I'm delivered for the first time
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I have drawn blood
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from the neckline
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when vampires were in fashion
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You know I'd even learn
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to cut my throat
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If I thought I could fit in
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'Cause I, I once heard
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that you gotta learn
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how to blend in to this mess
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Where nothin's hard
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nothin's precious
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and nothin's smooth or flawless
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Now, no more amused
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just screaming to be delivered
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for the first time
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Now I'm 10 miles in the deep
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and mighty blue sea
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Looking back, towards a long white beach
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burnin' up into yellow flames
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And I just wave back
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like a little boy up on a pony
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in a show
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'cause I can't fix
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something this complex
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any more than I can build a rose
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So just keep on letting go
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'cause I must be close
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to being delivered for the first time
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Now I'd rather bleed out
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a long stream from being lonely
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and feel blessed
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Well than drown, laying face down
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in a puddle of respect
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I was once lost
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in the corridors of the arena
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in blindfolds
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I've been the bull
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I've been the whip
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I just pulled down the matador
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So now, turn on your lights
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'cause I'm comin' home
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I've been delivered for the first time
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I've Been Delivered
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| The Wallflowers |
