| In the event of my demise
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| Be sure to include this statement
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| When you are bent on closing my eyes
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| Thinking about what my life meant
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| Alone on a hill back in '65
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| Things looked a lot like changing
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| Singing our songs that we harmonized
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| Dreaming of worlds rearranging
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| And I don’t know why I’m singing tonight
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| Maybe it’s time someone told you
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| Just because you say you’ve seen the light
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| Doesn’t mean nobody sold you
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| I can remember all of your smiles
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| During the demonstrations
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| Taking on what seemed like the whole world
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| Igniting the hearts of our nations
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| And together we sang our victory songs
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| Though we were worlds apart
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| Every thing then has now passed away
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| Except for the love in my heart
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| Sitting at home on computerized beds
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| Tryine to come to conclusions
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| Seeing reflections from rose-colored heads
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| Ignoring the states of illusion
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| Drunk in a world of material wealth
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| No one can notice you falling
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| Fantastic flights once good tor your health
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| Now make you deaf to your calling
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| And all alone the prophet groans
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| With words as yet unseen
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| Who’ll be awake when the master returns
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| Who will be lost in their dreams
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| So in the event of my demise
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| 8e sure to include this statement
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| Only the words of love kept alive
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| Are worthy of not being wasted |