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I like a tombstone cause it |
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weathers well |
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and if it stands or if it crumbles |
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only time will tell |
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if you carve my name in marble |
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you must cut it deep |
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there'll be no dancing on the gravestone |
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you must let me sleep |
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and time is burning burning burning |
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it burns away |
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I don't need to see the gates of |
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famous men |
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but I do try to see the kingdom |
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every now and then |
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if you ask me where it is it's on a |
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humble map |
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and I know that to enter in the doorway |
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show your handicap |
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and time is burning burning burning |
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it burns away |
