| There’ll come a time when all of us must leave here
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| Then nothing sister Mary can do Will keep me here with you
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| As nothing in this life that I’ve been trying
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| Could equal or surpass the art of dying
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| Do you believe me?
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| There’ll come a time when all your hopes are fading
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| When things that seemed so very plain
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| Become an awful pain
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| Searching for the truth among the lying
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| And answered when you’ve learned the art of dying
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| But you’re still with me But if you want it Then you must find it But when you have it There’ll be no need for it There’ll come a time when most of us return here
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| Brought back by our desire to be
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| A perfect entity
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| Living through a million years of crying
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| Until you’ve realized the Art of Dying
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| Do you believe me? |