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We keep on burying our dead |
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We keep on planting their bones in the ground |
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But they won't grow, the sun doesn't help |
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The rain doesn't help |
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If my garden would have a fence |
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Then the rabbits couldn't just come in |
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And sit on the grass and eat all the flowers |
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And shitHi, |
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I'm Icarus, |
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I'm falling down |
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Man for judgment must prepare me |
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Spare oh God and mercy |
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SpareMan, |
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I have a terrible feeling |
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That some thing's gone awful very wrong with the world |
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Is it something we made? |
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Is it something we ate? |
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Is it something we drank? |
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Hi I'm Icarus, |
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I'm falling |
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From the dust of earth |
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Returning back for judgment we must prepare |
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Spare oh god and mercy |
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Spare meLacrimosa |
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LacrimosaThey keep on burying our dead |
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They keep on planting their bones in the ground |
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But they won't grow, the sun doesn't help |
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And all we've got is a giant crop of names and dates |
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Hi I'm Icarus, |
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I'm falling down |
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On this day of tears and mourning |
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From the dust of earth returning |
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Man for judgment must spare me |
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Spare oh god and mercy |
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Spare meLacrimosa |
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LacrimosaLacrimosa dies ilia |
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Qua resurget ex favilla |
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Judicandus homo reus |
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Huic ergo parce, |
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Deus |
