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Raise The Dead Lyrics & Chords By The Dears

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Well I'm taking myself out of it
for good this time.
I can't stand the thought of it
and it's always on my mind.

And we could've found a better way
and that always seems to be.
And I realized it's not about you
it's about me.

And the telephone is ringing
it's a not identified call.
I figured I should answer it
it's just no use hiding at all.
Who's there? It's your only friend,
the one you've left in the dust.
Oh I don't know what you're talking about,
talking about.

You used to call most every day,
now you won't recognize my voice.
You asked for things in urgency
giving me little choice.
Remember when she died
then you were right, it was my fault.
Oh how could you think I could raise the dead?
Raise the dead!

Hey I don't have to listen to your bullshit anymore!
You see the truth of the matter is:
You were never there.

And we could've found a better way
and that always seems to be.
And I realized it's not about you
it's about me.

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