Dried up, a guitar upon my knee I should have sold out when the devil came for me Break the code, how happy I could be
Dig a hole and throw it out to sea I still wave at the dots on the shore
And I still beat my head against the door
I still rage and wage my little war I'm a shade and easy to ignore I always find that I've been through it before White wall, I had to paint a door
Close it up and throw away the key Break the code, how happy I could be I woke up and I had a big idea
To buy a new soul at the start of every year I paid up and it cost me pretty dear Here's a hymn to those that disappear.
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