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(I've passed me byMy own body lies where I was standing) You've made the most of this toast to the back of my throatWhere my words hide in fear For their livesI've made the most of my ghostIt's really me under the sheetMy brain's been wondering what houses you've been hauntingWhere'd you learn those moves you're flauntingAnd why'd you take on tasks so daunting?Nothing can surpass the mystery of stillnessThe mystery of stillnessI've made the most of my ghostIt's really me under the sheetDid you learn to take it like a manIn the back rooms of San Francisco night clubs?Did you learn to demand the tub to drown itself? Did you learn to cope with life after the party? How did you pass all this time?As for meI've made the most of my ghostIt's really me under the sheetThis song is dedicated to deathWho knows all the wholes and gaps in my breath From Letras Mania