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It is written and so shall be |
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That all things will come to an end |
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But if we have to go |
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Then it's all coming with us |
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Come hell & high water |
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It must be, it must be |
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That on the far horizon |
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Yeah |
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They're saddling up the horsemen |
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Yes |
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By candle light, by oil light |
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By the light of computer screens |
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Hunched over tables |
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And endless calculations |
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And then en-scribed with beauty |
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Upon paper, upon vellum |
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Engraved upon the stones |
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It must be, it must be |
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That on the far horizon |
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Yeah |
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They're saddling up the horsemen |
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Yes |
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On the far horizon |
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Yeah |
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They're saddling up the horsemen |
