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He doesn't know me. I don't know him. Maybe we should introduce ourselves to each other sometime?

If they don't put me away
Well, it'll be a miracle.

I believe I'm missin' out.
That everything good is happening somewhere else.
But, with nobody in your bed,
The night's hard to get through.

And I will die all alone.
And, when i arrive... I won't know anyone.

Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again.
So what did you do those three days you were dead?

Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die.
I'm a little bit scared of what comes after.
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?

Do I divide and fall apart?
Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark.

I know you're coming for people like me,
But we all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories.
We all got wood and nails.
And, we sleep inside of this machine.

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