They've gone to whatever
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They're leaving us behind
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Floating... as light as a feather
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They'll rise to a different kind
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Maybe it was better this way
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Although one could have some doubts
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For peace we all shall pray
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Now... silence's such a dreadful sound
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A group of pigeons sing
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At some time there was a light
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This should have been a new beginning
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But the lord is always right...
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It's not fair... <i>[4x]
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Gone...
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| Phlebotomized |
