| Jesus, Jesus help me
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| I’m alone in this world
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| And a fucked up world it is too
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| Tell me, tell me the story
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| The one about eternity
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| And the way it’s all gonna be
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| Wake up, wake up dead man
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| Wake up, wake up dead man
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| Jesus, I’m waiting here boss
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| I know you’re looking out for us
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| But maybe your hands aren’t free
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| Your father, He made the world in seven
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| He’s in charge of heaven
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| Will you put in a word in for me
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| Wake up, wake up dead man
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| Wake up, wake up dead man
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| Listen to your words they’ll tell you what to do
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| Listen over the rhythm that’s confusing you
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| Listen to the reed in the saxophone
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| Listen over the hum of the radio
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| Listen over sounds of blades in rotation
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| Listen through the traffic and circulation
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| Listen as hope and peace try to rhyme
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| Listen over marching bands playing out their time
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| Wake up, wake up dead man
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| Wake up, wake up dead man
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| Jesus, were you just around the corner
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| Did You think to try and warn her
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| Or are you working on something new
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| If there’s an order in all of this disorder
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| Is it like a tape recorder
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| Can we rewind it just once more
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| Wake up, wake up dead man
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| Wake up, wake up dead man
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| Wake up, wake up dead man |