| Exhausted and frail is my mind
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| At the end of my tether I find
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| This burning sign
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| A tale from ancient times
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| When we used to dream
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| Of eliminating crimes
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| Annoying as it seems
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| We had it all and more
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| Regardless of winters
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| We can’t ignore
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| The Earth is due for closure
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| The final overture
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| Will destroy the break of day
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| And we’ve no prayers left to say
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| Predictable and sure
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| The final overture
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| Ominous and obscure
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| The final overture
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| The well of resources ran dry
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| As we celebrated
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| Loudly to drown out the cry
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| Dread it or be dead
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| Thought-obsessed we thought
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| In a future scene
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| We might bring ourselves to naught
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| In this God-made guillotine
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| It’s too late to rectify
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| This grand exploitation
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| We can’t deny
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| The earth is due for closure
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| The final overture
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| Will destroy the break of day
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| And we’ve no prayers left to say
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| Predictable and sure
|
| The final overture
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| Ominous and obscure
|
| The final overture
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| The earth is due for closure
|
| The final overture
|
| Will destroy the break of day
|
| And we’ve no prayers left to say
|
| Predictable and sure
|
| The final overture
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| Ominous and obscure
|
| The final overture
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| The earth is due for closure
|
| The final overture
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| Will destroy the break of day
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| And we’ve no prayers left to say
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| And there’s no prayer left to say
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| Bye… |