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Charlie Lowell
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Matt Odmark
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Jars of Clay
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January 1, I got a lot of things on my mind
I'm lookin' at my body through a new spy satellite
Try to lift a finger, but I don't think I can make the call
So, tell me if I move 'cause I don't feel anything at all, alll
So, carry me, I'm just a dead man
Lyin' on the carpet, can't find a heartbeat
Make me breathe, I wanna be a new man
Tired of the old one, off with the old plan
I woke up from a dream about an empty funeral
But it was better than the party full of people I don't really know
Well, they've got hearts to break
And burn, dirty hands to feel the earth
There's somethin' in my veins,
But I can't seem to make it work... it won't work
So carry me, I'm just a dead man
Lyin' on the carpet, can't find a heartbeat
Make me breathe, I wanna be a new man
Tired of the old one, out with the old plan
Can You find a beat, inside of me?
Any pulse? Getting worse?
Any pulse? Getting worse?
Inside of me, can You find a beat?
Carry me, I'm just a dead man
Lyin' on the carpet, can't find a heartbeat
Make me breathe, I wanna be a new man
Tired of the old one, off with the old plan
Carry me, I'm just a dead man
Lyin' on the carpet, can't find a heartbeat
Make me breathe, I wanna be a new man
Tired of the old one, out with the old plan
Writer(s): Matt Odmark, Charlie Lowell, Dan Haseltine, Stephen Daniel Mason
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