| A boy in church sat, confused
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| Father, son, holy ghost
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| Came as a package for the asking
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| Otherwise, no need to choose
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| Tombstone versus ashes
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| I can’t decide
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| Cast my spirit heaven-bound?
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| Seal my bones up tight?
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| Tombstone versus ashes
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| Ain’t it all the same?
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| Cast my spirit heaven-high
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| Let the ashes drift away
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| Oh ay, oh I…
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| Ain’t we just like hay?
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| Cut and dried and baled
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| Our bodies grown to harvest souls
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| And used in some new way
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| Yeah, ain’t we just like hay?
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| We’re born to drift away
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| Til it’s lesson time, when we’re cut and dried
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| For the reasons why we’re made
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| Tombstone versus ashes
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| I can’t decide
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| Cast my spirit heaven-bound?
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| Seal my bones up tight?
|
| Tombstone versus ashes
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| Ain’t it all the same?
|
| Cast my spirit heaven-high
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| Let the ashes drift away
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| Oh ay, oh I…
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| All this time, like firelight
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| A glimpse of what’s in reach
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| Flickers out into night
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| All this time, like firelight
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| A glimpse of what’s in reach
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| A box of watches and sweet memories
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| Are all that’s left behind
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| Tombstone versus ashes
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| I can’t decide
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| Cast my spirit heaven-bound?
|
| Seal my bones up tight?
|
| Tombstone versus ashes
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| Ain’t it all the same?
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| Cast my spirit heaven-high
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| Let the ashes drift away
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| Oh ay, oh I… |