(Tom Waits/K. Brennan)
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What does it matter, a dream of love
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Or a dream of lies
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We're all gonna be in the same place
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When we die
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Your spirit don't leave knowing
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Your face or your name
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And the wind through your bones
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Is all that remains
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And we're all gonna be
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We're all gonna be
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Just dirt in the ground
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The quill from a buzzard
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The blood writes the word
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I want to know am I the sky
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Or a bird
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'Cause hell is boiling over
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And heaven is full
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We're chained to the world
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And we all gotta pull
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And we're all gonna be
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Just dirt in the ground
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Now the killer was smiling
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With nerves made of stone
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He climbed the stairs
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And the gallows groaned
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And the people's hearts were pounding
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They were throbbing, they were red
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As he swung out ofver the crowd
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I heard the hangman said
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We're all gonna be
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Just dirt in the ground
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Now Cain slew Abel
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He killed him with a stone
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The sky cracked open
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And the thunder groaned
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Along a river of flesh
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Can these dry bones live?
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Ask a king or a beggar
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And the answer they'll give
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Is we're all gonna be
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Yea yeah
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We're all gonna be just
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Dirt in the ground
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Dirt In The Ground
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| Tom Waits |
