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As our rotting bodies |
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Pay back the earth its love |
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In a vile fleshy matter |
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We'll crumble into dust |
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I'll be picked up by the wind |
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And blown into strangers eyes |
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Defuse into their bodies |
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And their tears when they cry |
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'Til I have 5000 people carry me |
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'Til I have 5000 people carry me |
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Oscar and Lucy |
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Will buy themselves a coffin |
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Oh a single box of wood |
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That, together, they will rot in |
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And their bodies will decay |
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And combine with one another |
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Oh a single act of love |
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Far greater than any other |
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And in death they'll leave just a part of them |
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Oh in death they'll leave one part of them |
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Oh when I'm minerals in the soil |
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I'll diffuse into a tree |
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It'll have 5000 brances |
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Which will have 5000 leaves |
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And I'll be in every one |
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Oh and when a leaf blows free |
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I will land upon the earth |
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And grow another tree |
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'Til I have 5000 trees made of me |
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'Til there are 5000 trees made of me |
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When Darkness surrounds me |
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Oh when darkness surrounds me |
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Oh when darkness is all I can see |
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When Darkness surrounds me |
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Oh when darkness surrounds me |
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Oh when darkness is all I can see |
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When Darkness surrounds me |
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Oh when darkness surrounds me |
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Oh when darkness is all I can see |
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When Darkness surrounds me |
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Oh when darkness surrounds me |
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Oh when darkness is all I can see |
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I will have 5000 bodies |
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I will have 5000 trees |
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Which will have 5000 branches |
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Which will have 5000 leaves |
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And I will have 5000 lovers |
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And I'll have 5000 bees |
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Made of me |