| They say the world is ending again
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| Everyone’s busy defending their sins
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| I’m just sitting here picking out a ditty
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| If I can’t be cleansed I gotta stay gritty
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| This ol' world ain’t looking too pretty anyhow
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| Might be time to clean house
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| Shooting stars out my window
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| Down the barrel of a gun
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| Ricochet off a moon beam
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| Look, there goes the sun
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| They say the world is ending today
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| Everyone is still pretending to pray
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| I’m just sitting here thinking 'bout women
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| With my head in the clouds and the room keeps spinning
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| If the creek don’t rise and the good Lord’s willing any how
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| Might be time to clean house
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| Shooting stars out my window
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| Down the barrel of a gun
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| Ricochet off a moon beam
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| Who blew out the sun?
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| I’m just sitting here picking out a ditty
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| If I can’t be cleansed I gotta stay gritty
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| This ol' world ain’t looking too pretty anyhow
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| I’m just sitting here thinking 'bout women
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| With my head in the clouds and the room keeps spinning
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| If the creek don’t rise and the good Lord’s willing any how
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| Might be time to clean house
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| They say the world is ending
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| They say the world is ending
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| Again |