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Under my grave is a light, |
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erase my name and my fight. |
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When paper takes flight |
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the world isn't spinning |
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Oh endurance, |
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why do you grow |
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even when the breeze dies down |
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you were laid down so low. |
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We've been sleeping in left over beds |
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where we hang our heads |
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that were left out for dead |
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it's not the first time that leaders were led |
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like birds and atom bombs. |
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Ooh black bones. |
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Hey lonesome god is there foul play, |
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what shelter we seek |
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in this penniless world |
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we lose our way in. |
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We've been sleeping in left over beds |
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where we hang our heads |
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that were left out for dead |
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it's not the first time that leaders were led |
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like birds and atom bombs. |
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Fine, we are fine we are fine we are finally fine |
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we are flying like birds and atom bombs. |
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Ohh black bones |
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Ohh black bones |
