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Verse 1
I've got a dying urge to feel the way you do
Too close for comfort, bed and breakfast in a spoon
The shortest breath of your long life
A long walk hone on Friday night
One last stop at the store
So close to perfect swear to Hell thought it was you
This bouncing baby boy's now turning baby blue
I've got your picture on my wall
I've got a long list of calls i must make
To Your Existing Family

Chorus
You had nine lives and one by one you chewed them up
Your final coffin nail's ben driven far too long
This won't take long you said i'm not going far
Go wait in the car, go wait in the car

Verse 2
I often wonder what it feels like to be you
A mess like this stuck on your hands with crazy glue
Ran out of time no kiss goodbye
Wish i could learn to let this sleeping dog die
Without lyin to myself