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We pa**ed the fields of gazing grain We pa**ed the setting sun As the beat of the drums calls for my life I lean my head to the ground There is no inn on the path to the sound So where shall I sleep tonight? I walk to the place where the blue shadows creep and winds of the desert weep You think that you're in control That you can cheat death that you’re in control The time we get here is a blink of an eye Just a tear drop in the Atlantic sea A billion dots in the universe A split second in history And the coming of death is a fearful blow The cold and the moony smile The secret things of the grave are lost The black mother doesn't care about you We're here just for a little while before we’re all dirt in the ground So let's try to make the best of it Let's make the most of it We're here just for a little while before we're all dirt in the ground So let's try to make the best of it Let's make the most of it We're all the same, when where down in the ground We’re all the same, when we morph into soil We’re all the same, when where down in the ground We're all the same, when we morph into soil Do you really want to throw the first stones? And be remembered for when you are gone Now we’ve given up the ghost, now it's time to bite the dust And if you come to my funeral, don't bring a thing Just sit back and listen, to when the fat lady sings…
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