Soon I'll be dead, I'll lay in my bed
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I've made in my years, I won't shed a tear
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We're all guilty anyways
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The dumb games we all play
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All tarnished and scarred, when did life get so hard?
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We'll drink to auld lang syne,
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With fortified wine,
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We'll drink to tymes olde from pitchers of gold.
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Soon we'll be dead,
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To death we'll be wed,
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We'll slip on the ring, it ain't a big thing
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And though you may curse 'thee',
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We're angels of mercy
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And sometimes we fall; ya can't win them all.
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(Or can you?)
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I'll pass out at dawn,
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And dream of friends gone.
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As the morbid embrace warms over my face.
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And soon we'll be dead, (Yeah, soon we'll be dead)
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Our brains and our heads, (My brains and my head)
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They've always forgotten, when did life get so rotten?
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Soon I'll be dead,
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I'll lay in my bed.
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I've made in my years, I won't shed a tear
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Soon we'll be dead, (Soon we'll be dead)
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We'll lay in our beds, (We'll lay in our beds)
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We've made in our years, we won't shed a tear.
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Soon we'll be dead,
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Our brains and our heads,
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They've always forgotten, when did life get so rotten? (Yeah)
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We won't shed a tear...
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(If we leave the responsibility of tomorrow up to institutions like the World Trade Organization, the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund, we're dooming ourselves to a future of corporate feudalism and ecological catastrophe.)
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Soon We'll Be Dead
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| Leftover Crack |
