Wake Up Dead Man

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[Ab]Jesus, Jesus h[F#]elp me
I'm a[C#]lone in this world [Ab]
And a[B] fucked up world it i[F#]s too
[Ab]Tell me, tell me the s[F#]tory
The one about e[C#]ternity [Ab]
And the [B]way it's all gonna [F#]be

[Ab]Wake up,[Ab]    [Ab] wake up dea[F#]d man    [C#]
[Ab]Wake up,[Ab]    [Ab] wake up dea[F#]d man    [C#]

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Jesus, I'm waiting here boss
I know you're looking out for us
But maybe your hands aren't free
Your Father, He made the world in seven
He's in charge of heaven
Will you put a word in for me

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

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Listen to your words they'll tell you what to do
Listen over the rhythm that's confusing you
Listen to the reed in the saxophone
Listen over the hum of the radio
Listen over the sounds of blades in rotation
Listen through the traffic and circulation
Listen as hope and peace try to rhyme
Listen over marching bands playing out their time

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

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Jesus, were you just around the corner?
Did you think to try and warn her?
Or are you working on something new?
If there's an order in all of this disorder
Is it like a tape recorder?
Can we rewind it just once more?

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man