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And when the angels come |
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They'll cut you down the middle |
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To see if you're still there |
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To see if you're still there |
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And underneath your ribs |
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They'll find a heart-shaped locket |
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An old photograph |
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Of you in daddy's arms |
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And then they'll sew you closed |
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And give you back to the water |
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From where we're all born |
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From where we're all born |
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And you'll feed the ghosts |
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And you'll feed the living |
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You'll be a stranger, and you'll be a friend |
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You'll be the leper, and you'll be the healer |
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You'll be the hero, and the tragedy |
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And when they sew you closed |
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They'll give you back to the water |
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From where we're all born |
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And when they burn your body |
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All that's left is sand crystals |
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Two tiny handfuls |
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All the rest is water, water, water, water |
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All you need to know |
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Is you were born of water |
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You are made of water |
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You are living water, water, water, water |
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All you need to know |
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Is you were born of water |
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You are made of water |
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You are living water, water, water, water. |
