SADDER THAN ANY SONG I'VE SUNG
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IS GROWING OLD OR DYING YOUNG
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THIS EARTH IS A GRAVE, ROUND AND GREEN
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A TOMB ON SORROW WHICH I'VE SEEN
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A MASSIVE FIELD WE WANDER THROUGH
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GREAT SKY ABOVE, VAST AND BLUE
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DEATH MAY COME IN A DAY OR TWO
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WHETHER OR NOT I'M FALSE OR TRUE
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CHORUS: 2x
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MAN WITHOUT AN ANSWER
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LIKE A BIRD WITH BROKEN WING
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WRAPPED UP IN HIS MISERY
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FORGETTING HOW TO SING
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STRAIGHT FROM THE STRETCHED-OUT WOMB OF SIN
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THE HORRID FIRE BOMBS WILL FALL
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HERE IS HOPE FOR PRIESTS AND PREACHERS
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HERE IS HERESY FOR ALL
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SO, MAN UNKIND WILL PERISH
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IN A FINAL, FIERY BLAZE
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OR SUFFOCATE HIMSELF SLOWLY
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IN HIS SMOGGY, YELLOW HAZE
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CHORUS: 4x
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THE SUN SO SORE FROM MARCHING
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TOWARDS THAT RECEDING WEST
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WHERE PITY NO LONGER GOVERNS
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WITH WISDOM AS HIS GUEST
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WILL RISE SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF EAST
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OUR SUN WILL RISE IN MOURNING
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WISHING IT COULD QUENCH WITH TEARS
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THE FIELDS AND SKIES ALL BURNING
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CHORUS: 2x
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Man Unkind
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| D.R.I. |
