| Bleed in, bleed out. |
| This farce goes on
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| And the war beats thumping to march us in lock step
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| With no regard for the souls who agonize.
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| Now they're handing us out to dry
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| And there's nothing to save us.
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| Bye bye blue skies.
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| It's as if we were born to die.
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| For tomorrow may never come.
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| As reality sinks in, ‘Bye bye blue skies'
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| He says as he gets the gun.
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| We can be proud
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| We don't partake in the grand charade.
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| Do we pray to lesser gods
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| Than those pretending they're holier than thou?
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| Now they're handing us out to dry
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| And there's nothing to save us.
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| Bye bye blue skies.
|
| It's as if we were born to die.
|
| For tomorrow may never come.
|
| As reality sinks in, ‘Bye bye blue skies'
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| He says as he gets the gun.
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| While wandering this Earth, we ponder life
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| And wonder if in death our souls survive.
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| It's often said "in darkness there is light",
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| And blessed are the souls who agonize.
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| Now they're handing us out to dry
|
| And there's nothing to save us.
|
| Bye bye blue skies.
|
| It's as if we were born to die.
|
| For tomorrow may never come.
|
| As reality sinks in, ‘Bye bye blue skies'
|
| He says as he gets the gun.
|
| Now they're handing us out to dry
|
| And there's nothing to save us.
|
| Bye bye blue skies.
|
| It's as if we were born to die.
|
| For tomorrow may never come.
|
| As reality sinks in, ‘Bye bye blue skies'
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| He says as he gets the gun. |