[Music: P. Craddick & D. Ott. Lyrics - P. Craddick]
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Why do we loan ourselves to things by which we will never be repaid
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And feel consoled by tomorrow when today has been profaned?
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Confused by choices ... or blind to cause-and-effect and a future gravestone
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Today's a draft of your epitaph
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Keep changing it, 'til you meet the grave
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Update your draft of your epitaph
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'Till you crash and break like a wave
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I'll hope to file away my account today, and see in it some value
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And appreciate all that I've had, before I quit this venue
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Confused by choices ... but alive to cause-and-effect and a eventual gravestone
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Today's a draft of your epitaph
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Keep changing it, 'til you meet the grave
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Update your draft of your epitaph
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'Till you crash and break like a wave
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Something about someone with a hood and a scythe ...
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Something about a date you just can't ... cancel
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Eulogies, memories, services, tombstones, flowers, candles, tears and regrets
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If I ask myself, every day, 'is today the day?'
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Then one day, it will be ... my final draft
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Lost in today ...
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Confused by choices ... or blind to cause-and-effect ...
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And a future gravestone, an eventual gravestone ...
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Today's a draft
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Today's a draft of your epitaph
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Keep changing it, 'til you meet the grave
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Update your draft of your epitaph
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'Till you crash and break like a wave
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Rough Draft
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