So I turned on the radio and everyone was
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listening to chicken jazz...
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See that man over there...
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He's got cold feet
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He'd march to the drum
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But the drummer's
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Dead beat
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He's fragile tonight
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But he says he's clean
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He's uncertain when he's speaking
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But he knows what he means
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Ah he's shivering now
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But he don't look cold
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He say
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Turn up the weather
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So I do as I'm told
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Do you know about empty
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Die a little inside
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Cos he hasn't lived until he's died
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You couldn't have lived until you've tried
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He hasn't lived until he's died
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The Little Death...
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See that woman over there
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She got cold feet
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She'd march to the drum
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But the drummer's
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Dead beat
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She reach for the sky
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But the sky turn black
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She hanging by her nails
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but her knuckles just cracked
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She said, "It's strange but nice to have no
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future or past
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If you can't stand the heat
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you just turn up the gas"
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I nod as if I know she can't say I haven't tried
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Cos she hasn't lived until she's died
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you couldn't have lived until you've tried
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She hasn't lived until she's died
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The Little Death...
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*written by Bob Geldof & Pete Briquette
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*from the album entitled "V-Deep"
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The Little Death/...House Burned Down
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| Boomtown Rats |
