| My own death becomes me
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| I’m a victim of my device
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| I haven’t got enough clarity
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| To dwell upon the afterlife
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| The need to have the patience
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| And I don’t wanna wait in vain
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| So I set up for the simple logic
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| That only my bones remain
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| I’m not dying to know
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| And you’re not living to tell me
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| I’m not dying to know
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| And we’re not gonna find out
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| Until it’s time to go
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| I can’t rely on a theory
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| So I might as well expect the worst
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| Which is just like questioning
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| Which of the chicken or the egg came first
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| It doesn’t make an difference
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| And I’ll be dead before I find out
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| For that reason I can’t give you
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| The benefit of the doubt
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| I’m not dying to know
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| And you’re not living to tell me
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| I’m not dying to know
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| And you’re not living to tell me
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| I’m not dying to know
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| And we’re not gonna find out
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| Until it’s time to go
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| If your life’s that precious
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| Then what’s the fuss about?
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| I don’t care what’s in store for me
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| So you can count me out
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| 'Cause
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| I’m not dying to know
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| And you’re not living to tell me
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| I’m not dying to know
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| And you’re not living to tell me
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| I’m not dying to know
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| And we’re not gonna find out
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| Until it’s time to go |