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Legs of a calf, head of a man
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Eyes on the camera shaking everyone's hand
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Vultures circle, and smack their lips
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Sky goes black as the lightning rips
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Stars are mute, moon without pity
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As waves of blood roll over the city
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It's not a rehearsal, or special effects
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It's the end of the story, it's what happens next
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And I say (and I say)
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It's coming any second
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And I say, and I say
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In the blink of an eye
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And I say (and I say)
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With a bang and a whimper
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And I say it's okay
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if you never say goodbye
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Song of a child, song of a beast
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as it slouches and slithers
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away from the feast
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I dreamt a dream, but what could it mean
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Angels in love devoured by greed
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All the people danced, tore at their clothes
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the sky grew fire, and the oceans froze
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It isn't a fable; it wasn't a hoax
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Seventeen devils thinking up jokes
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(chorus)
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I saw a chapel made of gold
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The aisle was so blue and the air was so cold
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Terrible sound on a microphone
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as the rats kept rhythm on chicken bones
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People wept, swallowed their jewels
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entered like soldiers, departing as fools
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It isn't incentive, it's not a reward
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It's a black parachute with a noose for a cord
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(chorus)
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If You Never Say Goodbye
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P.M, Dawn |