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One day the snow began to fall |
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And slowly, inch by inch, it covered up the earth |
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'Til finally the top of the tallest building |
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Was lost beneath a powdered sea as quiet as a shadow's grave |
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And we say that the world isn't dying |
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And we pray that the world isn't dying |
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And just maybe the world isn't dying |
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Maybe she's heavy with child |
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One night a woman took my hand |
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I left my home and followed her into an icy field |
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When I wanted to go back I'd lost the way |
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So she beckoned me to lie beneath the stone that always bore my name |
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And we say that the world isn't dying |
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And we pray that the world isn't dying |
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Just maybe the world isn't dying |
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Maybe she's heavy with child |
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One morning we woke up in an alley |
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To the smell of urine, alcohol, trash, and gasoline |
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With a dim sense of a notion we'd held something in our hands |
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That was bigger than us or God and we can never touch again |
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And we say that the world isn't dying |
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And we pray that the world isn't dying |
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Just maybe the world isn't dying |
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I've been looking at the symptoms for a while |
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Maybe she's heavy with child |
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Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum |
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Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum |
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Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum |
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Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum |
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Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum |
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Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum |
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Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum |
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Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum |
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Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum |
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Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum |
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Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum |
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Igga-dum, igga-dum |
