Don¡¯t wait, it¡¯s almost over,
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This rope gets shorter by the day,
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And now I¡¯ve found its end.
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You test the poison and you pat,
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Drag it for your worst mistakes,
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And fight to shake the blame.
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A death grip, denial, our graveyard grin
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You bear your teeth, remind us that you¡¯re just a skeleton.
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Just a skeleton.
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Don¡¯t wait, I can see it now,
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The patron saint of the totally fucked
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Lie down in living your own way,
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¡®cause dying isn¡¯t living, is it?
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Your bones decay.
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A death grip, denial, our graveyard grin
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You bear your teeth, remind us that you¡¯re just a skeleton.
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Just a skeleton.
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If I Can't Smoke Or Swear, I'm Fucked
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| We Are The Union |