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Woke up today, got on my way |
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Heard someone say |
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Oh, we're living in the last days |
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And being alone, |
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I naturally thought of you |
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There's torture and rain |
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Your legs and pain, |
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I came to play |
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And if we're living in the last days |
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Then maybe, baby there's a few things we ought to do |
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And all the weeping wonders will while away |
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But you're killed in conception |
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So there's no argument to what the man say |
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Last daysSee, |
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I wanna rave and misbehave, lay you on a grave |
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Oh, let's give it to these last days |
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And when the world don't end |
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We can sit back and laugh about that too |
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And with all the weird imponderables |
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Just crowding up the floor, is it really so dishonorable |
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To just get up and head for the door |
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In these last days? |
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And all the weird and uncomfortable |
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Things we need to say |
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Can you feel yourself come out from under them |
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As we get them out of the way |
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For these last days? |
