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Everything under the sun |
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Is getting burned |
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Everything under the moon |
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Is gonna sleep |
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And I think that one day soon |
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It's all gonna |
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Big bags of blood bore by inference, big bags of water |
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Sticks too tightly after |
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Seems likes packaging are hurtling through busy city streets |
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They're running fast, but what are they running from? |
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Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news |
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But I've been all around, |
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I've seen the globe from upside down |
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There's no bearded man on a fiery flow |
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With angels blowing trumpets below and calling out his judgment sounds |
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If god exists in a place like this then |
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Where else could a god or goddess be if he or she is not trapped inside? |
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What if it's all just a black abyss and lips that kiss you |
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When you're sick or feeling just a little out of touch |
