Well here's the evidence of human existence
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A splitting binbag next to two damp boxes
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And I cannot find a name for them
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They hardly show that I have lived
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And the dust, it settles on these things
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Displays my age again
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Like a new skin made from old skin
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That had barely been lived in
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I didn't need these things
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I didn't need them, oh
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Pointless artifacts from
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A mediocre past
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So I shed my clothes, I shed my flesh
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Down to the bone and burned the rest
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I didn't need these things
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I didn't need them, oh
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Took them all to bits
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Turned them outside in
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And I left them on the floor
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And ran for dear life through the door, oh
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The useless objects, the gathered a storm of shit
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A dim and silent shedful of your life's supplies
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When all you need's a coffin and your Sunday best
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To smarten up the end
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And at the front gate, what a reward awaits
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One bite of loaf from a holy ghost
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An eternity of suffering
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In the company of all those Christian men
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I didn't need these things
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I didn't need them, oh
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Pointless artifacts
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From a mediocre past
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So I shed my clothes, I shed my flesh
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Down to the bone and burned the rest
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I didn't need these things
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I didn't need them, oh
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Took them all to bits
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Turned them outside in
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And I left them on the floor
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And ran for dear life through the door, oh
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Never need these things
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I'll never need them, oh
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It's just you I need
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You're my human heat
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For the things are only things
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And nothing brings me like you bring me oh
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I'll never need these things
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I'll never need them, oh
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Never going back
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So we can drop the past
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And we'll leave it on the floor
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And run for dear life through the door, oh
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Things
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| Frightened Rabbit |
