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Why do we loan ourselves to things by which we will never be repaid |
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And feel consoled by tomorrow when today has been profaned? |
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Confused by choices ... or blind to cause-and-effect and a future gravestone |
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Today's a draft of your epitaph |
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Keep changing it, 'til you meet the grave |
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Update your draft of your epitaph ' |
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Till you crash and break like a wave |
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I'll hope to file away my account today, and see in it some value |
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And appreciate all that |
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I've had, before |
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I quit this venue |
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Confused by choices ... but alive to cause-and-effect and a eventual gravestone |
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Today's a draft of your epitaph |
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Keep changing it, 'til you meet the grave |
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Update your draft of your epitaph ' |
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Till you crash and break like a wave |
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Something about someone with a hood and a scythe ... |
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Something about a date you just can't ... cancel |
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Eulogies, memories, services, tombstones, flowers, candles, tears and regrets |
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If I ask myself, every day, 'is today the day?' |
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Then one day, it will be ... my final draft |
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Lost in today ... |
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Confused by choices ... or blind to cause-and-effect ... |
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And a future gravestone, an eventual gravestone ... |
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Today's a draft |
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Today's a draft of your epitaph |
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Keep changing it, 'til you meet the grave |
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Update your draft of your epitaph ' |
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Till you crash and break like a wave |
