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Dead and Gone
Funkafolkarockasouladelic
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Take charge
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» highest in charts: # 630 (126,009 songs currently listed in Acoustic)
» highest in sub-genre: # 102 (18,877 songs currently listed in Acoustic > Acoustic Rock) » today's position: # 2942 in Acoustic
» today's position in sub-genre: # 523 in Acoustic Rock
» highest in sub-genre: # 102 (18,877 songs currently listed in Acoustic > Acoustic Rock) » today's position: # 2942 in Acoustic
» today's position in sub-genre: # 523 in Acoustic Rock
About the song
I read yet another article about yet another once famous person having to prove he was, indeed, still alive. What a bizarre existence! From the world at your feet to beating on your door wondering if you exist!
Lyrics
If dreams were lightning
And passion kindling
This place would be in flames
All seems content
Now's the winter to be spent
Avoiding silly reindeer games
(chorus)
Mark me yesterday's news
Mark me clearance merchandise
Mark me down and move me along
Mark me bitter old malcontent
Mark me one time rebel miscreant
Just don't mark me dead and gone
If hopes were matches
And desires paper
This place would be ashes and sparks
All is well
Twelve o'clock I hear the bells
Tintintabulation through the dark
(chorus)
Alive and well
Stronger for the wear
A house of cards on a hill
One more bitter pill
Knock-knock no one's there
Nothing left of myself to sell
That's the way it goes on this road to nowhere
And passion kindling
This place would be in flames
All seems content
Now's the winter to be spent
Avoiding silly reindeer games
(chorus)
Mark me yesterday's news
Mark me clearance merchandise
Mark me down and move me along
Mark me bitter old malcontent
Mark me one time rebel miscreant
Just don't mark me dead and gone
If hopes were matches
And desires paper
This place would be ashes and sparks
All is well
Twelve o'clock I hear the bells
Tintintabulation through the dark
(chorus)
Alive and well
Stronger for the wear
A house of cards on a hill
One more bitter pill
Knock-knock no one's there
Nothing left of myself to sell
That's the way it goes on this road to nowhere
