Indian Giver

Every Time I Die - Indian Giver

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No broken hearted people,

No crash, no flame,

No sermon at a casket

Nor a howl into the grave.

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Every bone was in position.

Ever hair was in it's place.

A light comes. x4

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Pulled of a dark country road.

New Roman suicide note.

All the way, all the way closed.

So it goes.

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No organs to be salvaged,

No teeth to be compared.

We asked for no police involvement

Because we knew you weren't there.

We threw a birthday party

And at the table in your chair,

A lightness. x4

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Pulled of a dark country road.

New Roman suicide note.

All the way, all the way closed.

So it goes.

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As long as your name is on my list

Or your story written in the choruses,

Then true death couldn't get you.

But when it's spoken for the last time,

The weight is lifted.

A third eye.

So I make a vow to forget you.

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As long as your name is on my list

Or your story written in the choruses,

Then true death couldn't get you.

So I make a vow to forget you.

Oh, I make a vow to forget you.

Oh, I make a vow to forget you.

Oh, I make a vow to forget you.

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