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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Flatliners
The Flatliners
Performer
Chris Accursi
Chris Accursi
Trombone
Mich Verrier
Mich Verrier
Organ
Ricky Pridmore
Ricky Pridmore
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Ramirez
Paul Ramirez
Composer
Scott Brigham
Scott Brigham
Composer
Chris Cresswell
Chris Cresswell
Composer
Jon Darbey
Jon Darbey
Composer

Lyrics

I see you gripping tight to the rails of your hospital bed You move so slow You say the pain you feel is too great to be inside your head I know, I know You move so slow, yeah It don't mean anything to me We start to die when we begin to breathe But I'll keep scratching at your sympathy I'll wander these white halls Scale all the walls for a thread of hope Wrap it around myself and cross my fingers I don't choke I'd pray if it meant anything to me One day I'll die and finally see what all the fuss is about Prepare yourself for the big sleep It don't mean anything to me We start to die when we begin to breathe I'll keep scratching at your sympathy Until you're good and ready to leave Until you feel a lot like me, yeah With curved eyes I smile As a bad excuse sits next to you Grinning crooked teeth They'll all be gone soon As the door handle swings I'm having trouble hearing you You think I'm crazy, don't you? Count your bones and clean 'em good It's come to this just like we knew it would (we knew it would, we knew it would) The world's become a hospital Will someone medicate us please? I'd pray if it meant anything to me One day I'll die and finally see what all the fuss is about Prepare yourself for the big sleep It don't mean anything to me We start to die when we begin to breathe Come count your bones and clean 'em good It's come to this just like we knew it would, yeah It don't mean anything to me We start to die when we begin to breathe, yeah
Writer(s): Chris Cresswell, The Flatliners Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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