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I cannot feel ya,

'Cause I am numb to the bone.

Shedding layers of dead skin,

And shaking your foundations.

You can take my money, and take off.

You can pull the plug on me

But I'll still hear you laugh.

I was born on a stormy evening

And I am breathing my last to you.

Pull the cord on my parachute bag

'Cause I counted "three" so long ago.

Pull the cord on my parachute bag.

I'm falling in my sleep again.

Every time and every place I go:

She is there.

Running in all those circles, I know:

She is there.

Looking in on the perverts on the East Side:

She is there.

Raking the cash in hand over fist:

She is there.

Pull the cord on my parachute bag

'Cause I counted "three" so long ago.

Pull the cord on my parachute bag.

I'm falling in my sleep again.