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The Little Death lyrics
So I turned on the radio and everyone was
listening to chicken jazz...
See that man over there...
He s got cold feet
He d march to the drum
But the drummer s
Dead beat
He s fragile tonight
But he says he s clean
He s uncertain when he s speaking
But he knows what he means
Ah he s shivering now
But he don t look cold
He say
Turn up the weather
So I do as I m told
Do you know about empty
Die a little inside
Cos he hasn t lived until he s died
You couldn t have lived until you ve tried
He hasn t lived until he s died
The Little Death...
See that woman over there
She got cold feet
She d march to the drum
But the drummer s
Dead beat
She reach for the sky
But the sky turn black
She hanging by her nails
but her knuckles just cracked
She said, "It s strange but nice to have no
future or past
If you can t stand the heat
you just turn up the gas"
I nod as if I know she can t say I haven t tried
Cos she hasn t lived until she s died
you couldn t have lived until you ve tried
She hasn t lived until she s died
The Little Death...
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