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There is a car parked where the block begins |
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And there are people singing praises |
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Say it's all because of him |
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There is a bird perched on a frayed wet wire |
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And his voice sings out for a lover |
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But it's covered by the choir |
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Voices reaching way beyond the rafters |
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With devotion they perform these sacred tasks |
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They cross themselves and offer up their checkbooks |
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Slight suffering is not too much to ask |
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Besides we all are making money |
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And we are all ****ing alone |
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And we don't know what we are doing |
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Maybe just buying us some hope |
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Because we know that we are lonely |
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Oh yeah, lonely that's for sure |
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And the older ones are coughing |
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And the older ones they are dying |
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Maybe we are all dying |
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I pass a graveyard on my way to work |
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Today I saw two dozen white roses |
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On a fresh new mound of dirt |
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And I wondered about the occupant |
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When the darkness finally swallowed him |
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Was he calm and content |
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Or was he sweating in a struggle to keep breathing |
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Ripping apart the sheets that dressed his bed |
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Crying out loud for someone to help him |
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And collapsing on his back all pale and dead |
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Maybe it's me who's this unstable |
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Always obsessed about the end |
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Why can't I let what happens happen? |
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And just enjoy the time I spend |
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Oh how I wish it was so easy |
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But when there is no point to anything |
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You know it gets a bit confusing |
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Why is that I keep going? |
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Why is that we keep going? |
