All my friends died in a train wreck They were on their way over the hill The helicopters tried to help them, But by the time they arrived there was no pain left to kill. And me, I guess I just got lucky, I was running a little late 'Cause if I'da had it my way, I'da been on that train Instead I took the bus back up town and walked through my neighborhood The sun set upon the rooftops, everything was good. Oh I met a ghost out on the levy, His pale face weathered and worn. And I asked him how long he'd been dead for And he laughed and said, I'm not dead, I'm waiting to be born. You're so proud of your problems 'cause you never have to Take responsibility for the stupid things you do You once were a metaphor but those days are gone Ever since you became an oxymoron.
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