You're obsessed with finding a new brain,
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But what you need is a new body.
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It feels your brain has lived a thousand lives before
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And the skin you call your home
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Holds a heart that quits,
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And knees that buckle in,
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And lungs that can't breathe when they're alone.
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And the days come to you like sailors;
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You watch them as they drift away.
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They meet the sunrise out at the horizon
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And it's neither sink nor swim;
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Least the water's beneath your chin.
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There's blood spilled on the floor.
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Everyone's staring at you-- what for?
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Till you realize the blood is probably yours...
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You feel you lost something. You want it back.
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You're lying motionless on your back,
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And your legs aren't taking anymore requests.
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Those disobedient wrecks!
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How you cared for them as they carried you
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From class to class and coast to coast;
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When you owed rent and you were broke,
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Through recessions and addictions.
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It's just your accidental death;
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Your accidental death.
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It's just your accidental death.
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You're the indian in the cougar's nest.
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Your fright gives way to memory;
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Having coffee with your love,
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Or the story your father told you long ago:
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He was hunting with his own father
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For deer. He pointed and spotted her,
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Then tripped over some roots or some dead trees.
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The gun went off; it was a mistake
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And my father was only eight.
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And as he watched the dying deer, he was changed
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'Cause he felt sorry for what he'd done,
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And then he put down his gun.
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Will you feel sorry for what you've done?
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Will you put down your gun?
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It's just your accidental death;
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Your accidental death.
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But there's no accidental death
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When you're the indian in the cougar's nest.
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It's just your accidental death;
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Your accidental death.
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It's just your accidental death;
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You're the indian in the cougar's nest
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Accidental Deth
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| Rilo Kiley |
