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I walked down to the shore singing oh my god,
I've been up all night and I'm oh so tired,
Tired of feeling low,
Tired of bleeding cold,
Tired of being sold,
Tired of getting old,
I dove into the water saying lord take my soul,
Too bad the water, was about as deep as my knees,
I found a rope in my neighbor's yard, oh this must be for me,
I threw it over the tallest branch in my neighbor's tallest tree,
I climbed up the tree singing oh my god,
The rope broke and I never choked,
But I been down so long that it looks like up from here,
Written by: Nicholas Furgiuele, Peter Furgiuele

