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The Dismemberment Plan: "Sentimental Man"
There's no heaven and there's no hell No limbo in between I think it's all a lie Just a white light out to velvet black And back to neutral grey: that's all When we die
There's no fate that drives our day No spirits hard at work No unseen hand at play People talk like it's a given thing I dunno what they mean- nor, do I suspect do they I guess that's okay
But how do you know I'm not a sentimental man? Is it really so hard to see these things? I guess it is I really don't know why, I think it's right there Nobody's perfect, but I'm doing what I can And you best believe I'll keep it real
I'm an old testament kind of guy I like my coffee black and my parole denied Even as I flake on every deal I ever made with myself before the ink could dry I should keep that one inside
But how do you know I'm not a sentimental man? Is it really so hard to catch that vibe? I guess it is
...I'm under the covers and I'm telling you goodnight 'cuz I plan on having some real fine dreams.
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