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I'm just singing a song
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about death and glory
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I feel tired and alone
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I try to keep my heart warm and free
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but my soul
feels lonely
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as much as it
could be
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my eyes are now
tired of sleeping
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and I feel too tired
to be
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and I won't
go
to heaven
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and I hope
I won't
go to hell
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but I'm
sure being
six feet under
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under green grass
and dirt
I could tell
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The sky will never
be blue again
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Clouds
warn the field
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The crowds are now
flying
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The last mail is
to be sealed
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And my head
feels empty
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But my back
is full
of wind
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I'm alone
Yeah, I'm lonely
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My soul
is driven
by the wind
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And I won't
go to heaven
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And I hope
I won't
go to hell
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But I'll sure be
six feet under
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Under green grass
and I could tell
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And I won't
go to heaven
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And I hope
I won't
go to hell
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But I'll sure be
six feet under
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Under green grass
and I could tell
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And I won't
go to heaven
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But I hope
I won't go to hell
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And I'll sure be
six feet under
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Under green grass
and I,
I could tell
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