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All of your work won't fit in the earth |
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When you're lying underground in the grave |
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Whatever amount in your balanced account |
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There's nothing you can buy in the grave |
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In the next age, no stock exchange |
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Is going to pass on the money we make |
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No lottery wins, political spins |
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When we're lying underground in the grave |
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No surgery defies gravity |
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But it all falls away in the grave |
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And who's gonna care what color you wear? |
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There's no fashion show in the grave |
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So swallow it down, no easy way around |
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Just a pill for the thrills that we crave |
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But no medicine to stop kingdom come |
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It's your time, get in line, for the grave |
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And we'll all be the same |
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And we'll go as we come |
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Side by side, as we lie in the grave |
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We'll all be the same |
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We'll go as we came |
