| A spirit climbs my spine to the ??
Following the rail-road tracks down again
I needed space, with soul, so that we may die there
So that we can, stop, I'm already dead
Stop, I'm already dead
She said, heaven's on one soul, and hell is on the other
Kept neatly in a box beneath the bed, it was the bones of my father
Oh baby we can stop
I'm already dead
I'm already dead, yeah
I am already dead
Stop, I'm already dead
Stop, I'm already dead
Stop, I'm already dead
Stop, I'm already dead
I am already dead
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