| Now one fell asleep in the street
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| and he never woke up And now one died in pieces
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| whose been with a mouthful of ghosts
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| And one threatening long ago I saw him
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| melt in the bright of day
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| And one laid to rest in the field
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| on the stories and crawled, hey
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| I’ve been walking the sideways
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| I’ve stared straight into the sun
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| Still, I don’t know why you’re dying
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| Long before your time has come
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| Your time has come
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| Now one took some bullets to the chest and the field gone wrong
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| One got a little too depressed then he went and jumped the gun
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| One got shot right in the face and he somehow
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| survived
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| But he doesn’t know my name or who I am and I’m not surprised, hey
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| I’ve been wandering sideways
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| I’ve stared straight into the sun
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| Still, I don’t know why you’re dying
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| Long before your time has come
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| Yeah I’ve been wandering sideways
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| I’ve stared straight into the sun
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| Still I don’t know why you’re dying
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| Long before your time has come
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| Your time has come, hey
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| I’ve seen fifty thousand names all engraved on a stone
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| Most of them, met an early grave years before I was born
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| All of them left brothers and sisters and mothers behind
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| And most of their family and friends are alive
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| every time
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| I’ve been wandering sideways
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| I’ve stared straight into the sun
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| And I don’t know why you’re dying
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| Long before your time has come
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| Yeah I’ve been wandering sideways
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| I’ve stared straight into the sun
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| And I don’t know why you’re dying
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| Long before your time has come (x3)
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| Your time has come |