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So you said, "That's the best man who ever died."
And I said, "Well, why's that?"
And you said, "No one else."
He will walk this earth
Full of freaks, full of gods, full of girls surrounding him
They cover the streets with their grime and their grief
Their grime and their greed
Well, they pricked and they pinched him
With words as sharp as teeth
With a strange dream they haunt him
And they curse him in his sleep
On an Oregon coast
Surrounded by ghosts
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
Of his family
Of his friends
They meant everything, everything
Everything to him