| Dead man walking like a wind up toy
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| Plodding, never plotting for the things that bring him joy
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| Living in the movies like he’s celluloid
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| And then it’s over, so roll the credits now
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| Dead man standing single file in every line
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| Gave up on the searching, he was scared of what he’d find
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| Waiting waiting waiting for his stars to come aligned
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| And then it’s over
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| But I don’t wanna live like I’m heading to the grave
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| No I don’t wanna live that way
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| I got a purpose and a plan, and I don’t wanna live like a dead man
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| Dead man live it up, it’s just another show
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| He knows she only loves him for his money and his blow
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| It’s like he never saw the sense in reaching past the status quo
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| And then it’s over, and then he’s underground
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| Dead man shuffling down another city street
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| Can’t lift up his head and he can’t pick up his feet
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| You can see his resignation and acceptance of defeat
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| And then it’s over
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| But I don’t wanna live like I’m just another slave
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| No I don’t wanna live that way
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| I got a purpose and a plan, and I don’t wanna live like a dead man
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| Stagnant and so sedentary (not until I’m dead and buried)
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| Lobotomized automatons (we ain’t no sons of Babylon)
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| Blinded by our gilded chains (let's make a mark not just a stain)
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| As long as we’re alive there’s life to live
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| Dead man slipping through his twilight years
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| Come to realize that he’s never faced his fears
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| But there ain’t no second chances, just regret and bitter tears
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| And then it’s over
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| But I don’t wanna live like my life is just a cage
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| No I don’t wanna live that way
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| I got a purpose and a plan, and I don’t wanna live like a dead man
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| No I don’t wanna live like it’s just another day
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| No I don’t wanna live that way
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| I got a purpose and a plan, and I don’t wanna live like a dead man |