The Living         
             

What's it like there outside 
With the living, with the living 
Here I've found a place I can hide 
From the living, from the living 
Because I don't care to stay with the living 

Oh, the bottle has been to me 
My closest friend, my worst enemy 
For a flavor I walked a fine life 
Squandered it all and wasted my time 
And I don't stand a chance among the living 

For the lovers I've gambled and lost 
Count my mistakes whatever the cost 
I'll go off, I'll make myself scarce 
Oh, come tomorrow 
You won't find me here 

Because I don't care to stay with the living 
I don't think I'll remain with the living 

And I don't care to stay with the living 
No, I don't care to stay

             
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