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The color of your bones it was yellowed by the sun |
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Ain't no reason why the drummer keeps on drumming on his |
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drum |
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On his drum, we are only for awhile |
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And the truth is like an onion you can skin it layer by layer |
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When you come upon the center you might find there's |
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nothing there |
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And we are only for awhile |
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The sun is like the truth it'll burn the mortal man |
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If he tries to look upon it if he tries to understand |
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He might learn that we are only for awhile |
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Even my guitar listen while she gently weeps |
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Now I will not play forever so why would I play for keeps |
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Don't play for keeps we are only for awhile |
