| Woke up Sunday morning
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| Salvation army at my door
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| Playing Onward Christian Soldiers
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| 'Til I couldn’t take it any more
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| I ran across the graves at night
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| With those three witches at my tail
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| I heard the wail of the now and the evermore
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| All things are never equal
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| And I don’t know who’s keeping score
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| Nobody gets a sequel, no
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| Everyone gets shown the door
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| I’ll be counting on the rising sun
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| To give me all my waking days
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| Until it sets up on the now and the evermore
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| Goodbye to the life we knew
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| Don’t save it 'til the end
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| It could be me it could be you or some old long lost friend
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| And if I’m calling out your name
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| I know if you can hear me you will come
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| You can leave a note or light a flame
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| Sing a song or even bang a drum
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| I saw The Lady Catrina
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| She was all a jingling at the bar
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| Playing an Italian concertina
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| You know she’s really quite the star
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| She told me everything’s a circle dance
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| And we had been here many times before
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| And we’re all a part of the now and the evermore
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| Goodbye to the waterside and down that shady lane
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| In case you’re lost and wandering
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| It does not look the same
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| Goodbye to the life we knew
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| Some roads you just can’t bend
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| It’s made me one with everything before I reach the end |