See the cemetery sky,
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Carmine red and deep.
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Watch the oceans rising high,
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It's the human stain.
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Talk about the growing hunger,
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Ask why with deep concern,
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Don't you think,
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The human race is ceaselessly vain?
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But it hurts to be alive, my friend.
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In this silent tide, we're driftwood passing by.
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Don't you wish you were a child again?
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Just for a minute,
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Just for a minute more.
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Hear the ticking of a clock,
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The sound of life itself.
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No one really wants to die,
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To save the world.
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Tell me that you're torn asunder,
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From how we fail to learn.
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And tell me as the Earth goes under,
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Where's your anger now?
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So it hurts to be alive, my friend,
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In this masquerade where all one day must die.
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Don't you wish you were unborn again?
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Just for a minute,
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Just for a minute more.
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Tic-toc,
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The ticking that could tear asunder,
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The beating from a heart of stone,
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The loss of your divine prosperity.
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Cause it costs to be alive, my friend,
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In this life that someone merely gave to you.
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That's the price you pay,
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Minute by minute,
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You beg for a minute
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More.
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The Human Stain
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| Kamelot |
