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On the very day |
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I die The very last of my desires |
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Is that you take my broken body |
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And commit it to the fire |
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And then when the fire is finished |
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Scrape the ashes in a tin |
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Take them down to |
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London's drinking reservoirs |
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And throw them in |
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And then specks infinitesimal of my mortal remains |
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Will slide down 7 million throats and into 7 million veins |
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And I will creep through their capillaries to the marrow of their bones |
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And they will wake to bright new mornings and then wordlessly they'll know |
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That I remain |
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I am remembered |
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I remain I am remembered |
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So these 7 million innocents |
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They will have me in their blood |
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And when they die they'll burn their bodies |
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Or be buried in the mud |
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And I will spread through streams and rivers like a virus through a host |
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From the hamlets to the cities from the rivers to the coast |
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And from there into the channel across the great |
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Atlantic Ocean |
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And ever onwards to the new world |
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Through the waters gentle motions |
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Until parts of me are part of every land mass every sea |
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In the rain, up on your crops and in the very air you breath |
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I remain I am remembered |
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I remain I am remembered |
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I remain And all the things |
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I love will be washed away in the rain |
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I remain I'm not convinced of the existence of these things that don't exist |
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Yeah by Jewish boys with big ideas and scratches on their wrist |
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By a loving or a vengeful |
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God Or one who condescends |
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Who'll wash his hands down in the mire among the misery of men |
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Or by ever turning circles hanging timeless in the sky |
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Like a dream catcher distracting from the fact you're gonna die |
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But I place one foot before the other |
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Confident because |
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I know that everything we are right now is everything that was |
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That Watt |
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Tyler, Woody, |
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Guthrie, Dostoevsky and |
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Davy Jones |
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Are all dissolved into the ether and have crept into my bones |
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And all the cells in all the lines upon the backs of both my hands |
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Were once carved into the details of two feet upon the sand |
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We remain |
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We are remembered |
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We remain |
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We are remembered |
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We remain |
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And all the things we love |
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Will be washed away in the rain |
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We remain |
