| You are deceased, you're unbred |
| You are my brother but now you are dead |
| You didn't like me |
| I think my head will never agree words that I said |
| No one can see me now, Paul |
| Only you |
| And you can't beat me now, Shaun |
| So fuck you |
| Take that down to town |
| It's the other way around |
| You would sell me out for a penny in a pound |
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| Now you're in the ground |
| You're in the ground |
| You'd sell me out for a penny in a pound |
| Now you're in the ground |
| No one can see me now |
| Only you |
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| Now my mom don't need her slippers anymore |
| So they sit on the lawn by a chair on the floor |
| With their battered down heel and the way that lean |
| They silent the mouth of the absence of she |
| She got fear of her way through the years every day |
| A memory, a word, or a look |
| Now the cap is for bed that's in front of the chair |
| And her slippers just sit there all unloved |
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| It's been hard for me lately |
| I just lost my dad |
| Now I know my daddy loved me |
| But he could be quick with his hands |
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| Now you're in the ground |
| You're in the ground |
| You'd sell me out for a penny in a pound |
| Now you're in the ground |
| No one can beat me now |
| Only me |
| And no one can see me now |
| Only you |
| Now you're in the ground |
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| Now you're in the ground |
| You're in the ground |
| You'd sell me out for a penny in a pound |
| Now you're in the ground |
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| So I used to be somebody |
| But now I'm somebody else |
| I lost both my mum and dad |
| Don't wanna lose no one else |
| But I hoped anyone loved me |
| But I am so sad |
| If anyone hurts me |
| I feel my tears will soak dead back |
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| But it's a different time, that don't make you fine |
| One little slip and he bust my behind |
| "Two bull cyant run in one pen" |
| I heard him say that over and over again |
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| Now you're in the ground |
| You're in the ground |
| You'd sell me out for a penny in a pound |
| Now you're in the ground |
| You're in the ground |
| You'd sell me out for a penny in a pound |
| Now you're in the ground |
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| When you're battered and bruised |
| You're more likely to use |
| Self-medicate to be straight |
| So you can navigate and get through life |
| Death is just hard |
| When you're battered and bruised |
| You're more likely to use |
| So you can navigate and get through life |
| Death is just hard |
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| Now you're in the ground |
| You're in the ground |
| You'd sell me out for a penny in a pound |
| Now you're in the ground |
| You're in the ground |
| You'd sell me out for a penny in a pound |
| Now you're in the ground |
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