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Dead Weight (Beck)


On a highway, unpaved going my way
you're so alone today
like a ghost town, I've found
there's no relief, no salt in the sea.
It is true what they say?
You can't behave, you've gambled your soul away.
Measuring your dreams of this life seems
like the grissle of loneliness.
Do do do do
don't let the sun catcha cryin'
do do do do
don't let the sun catcha cryin'
Like a nice age nice days on your way
sipping the golden days
on a rip tide freaks ride sleep inside
a parasite's appetite
oh say cantcha see the chemistry
the parasites the clean up fees 
death letter hands recycled cans 
get well cards to the hostage vans
do do do do
don't let the sun catcha cryin'
do do do do 
don't let the sun catcha cryin'
you're a deadweight ride straight on your way
sunk in the midnight shade
skies burned eyes turned learning to 
counterfit their disease
in this town where we roam 
we bluff our souls of cantine patios
we drink the greatest (?) draft 
the music drags the music drags the music drags
do do do do
don't let the sun catcha cryin'
do do do do 
don't let the sun catcha cryin'



on the version of the song on "A Life Less Ordinary"
soundtrack, there is a really cool ending of bonus noise.
On the single, the ending is edited off. Both are cool.