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The last day rushes by |
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And the Moon looks so sad |
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No tears tonight |
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It's the best we've ever had |
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And the air's filled with voices |
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And loudspeaker calls |
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And we just waltz |
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As we're waiting |
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For the Maker |
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For the Maker |
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And in the far distant sky |
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Rose a black, evil cloud |
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Come to feed on the lives |
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Of the fools who allowed |
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Stupid men fight their wars |
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With empty words in hallowed halls |
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And leave us waltz |
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As we waited |
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For the Maker |
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For the Maker |
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'Round and around and around and around |
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For the Maker |
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For the Maker |
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For the Maker |
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For the Maker |
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For the Maker |