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It's been easy until now |
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But you'll likely question how |
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You have traveled far, it's true |
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But there's much more left to do |
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For it's time to pay the toll |
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And we never know the sum of what we owe |
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You can't go back from where you came |
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You must move on and face the flame |
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Of the last bardo |
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You can pray unto your god |
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But your prayers will bring you naught |
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For in here you bear the scar |
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Of exactly what you are |
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It matters not what you believe |
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And it matters even less what you think you know |
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So put on your little show |
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But no further will you go |
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Til you pass the last bardo |
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You will surrender all you hide |
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And be cleansed and purified |
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And of you burden you'll be free |
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If it takes eternity in the last bardo |
