There's a fire in the eastern perimeter
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There's an alligator in the stew
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And everybody who's going to heaven
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Would they kindly stand in this queue
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Because there's far too many
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And there's much too much
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When the news sinks in holding on to our skin
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I only want to give you a touch
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At the break of day I was breaking
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At the fall of night well I fell
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Like a fool I wept as the starbeams crept
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Illuminating this hell
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And there's far too many
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And there's much too much
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When the news sinks in holding on to our skin
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And I only want to give you a touch
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Don't ask me if I'm ready
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I'm standing with my ticket in hand
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When the boss comes back and he looks at this crack
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He sure aint gonna understand
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And there's far too many
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And there's much too much
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When the news sinks in holding on to our skin
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I only want to give you a touch
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Much Too Much
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| The Church |
