A spirit climbs my spine to the brain
Following the rail-road tracks down again
I needed space, with soul, maybe we can die there
Maybe we can, stop, I'm already dead
Stop, I'm already dead

My mother, she said, heaven's on one soul, love it baby, hell is on the other
Kept neatly in a box beneath the bed, it was the bones of my father

Oh baby we can stop
I'm already dead
I'm already dead, yeah

I am already dead

Stop, I'm already dead
Stop, I'm already dead
Stop, I'm already dead
Stop, I'm already dead

I am already dead

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