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Exhausted and frail is my mind |
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At the end of my tether I find |
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This burning sign |
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A tale from ancient times |
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When we used to dream |
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Of eliminating crimes |
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Annoying as it seems |
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We had it all and more |
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Regardless of winters |
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We can't ignore |
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The Earth is due for closure |
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The final overture |
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Will destroy the break of day |
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And we've no prayers left to say |
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Predictable and sure |
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The final overture |
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Ominous and obscure |
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The final overture |
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The well of resources ran dry |
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As we celebrated |
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Loudly to drown out the cry |
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Dread it or be dead |
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Thought-obsessed we thought |
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In a future scene |
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We might bring ourselves to naught |
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In this God-made guillotine |
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It's too late to rectify |
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This grand exploitation |
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We can't deny |
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The earth is due for closure |
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The final overture |
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Will destroy the break of day |
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And we've no prayers left to say |
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Predictable and sure |
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The final overture |
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Ominous and obscure |
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The final overture |
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The earth is due for closure |
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The final overture |
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Will destroy the break of day |
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And we've no prayers left to say |
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Predictable and sure |
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The final overture |
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Ominous and obscure |
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The final overture |
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The earth is due for closure |
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The final overture |
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Will destroy the break of day |
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And we've no prayers left to say |
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And there's no prayer left to say |
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Bye... |
