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The writing's on the wall brother |
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Your life is in your hands |
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It's up to you to see the writing's on the wall. |
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It looks you in the eye mister |
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It's time we stand up tall |
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Go see and understand the writing's on the wall. |
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Strange we hold on to things that have no grace |
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Or power |
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While death holds on to us much more with every |
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Passing hour |
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And all the time you thought it would last |
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Your life, your friends would always be |
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'til they're drunk away or shot away or die away |
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From you. |
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There's nothing that you need sister |
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The lord is in you all |
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Life is designed to see the writing's on the wall. |
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The music's in the air mothers |
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You may have heard it call |
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To you that you may see the writing's on the wall. |
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Be careful going home sister |
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Be watchful down that road |
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You've got a lot of love sister |
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More to grow. |
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The writing's on the wall brothers |
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Your life is in your hands |
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It's up to you to see the writing's on the wall |
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I hope that you may see the writing's on the wall. |
