| You forgot to say bye when you said it was time to go —
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| Didn’t think I’d be back so soon did you?
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| Where’s the love that you spoke of? |
| Where’s the 'welcome home'?
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| I don’t get it, but the other side misses you
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| One by one you’ll end up just like the rest of us
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| In a line, waiting quietly for your turn
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| Resurrection’s just a ploy to raise a fuss
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| When everyone just ends up in the earth
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| So for one last time would you just plant one on my cheek
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| And tell me you’re alright and everything’s a-ok?
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| You’re going back to the old white tower
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| Where you’ll wait for a higher power
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| To tell you where you’ll end up just like us
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| Hello love, how are you? |
| I came for one last long look at you
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| We only just met, but it seems like it’s been a lifetime since you came through
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| The haze of waking up at the bottom of a barrel shaped just like a staircase,
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| So I hope that you don’t hate that I appreciate just looking at your face
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| So for one last time would you just plant one on my cheek,
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| And tell me you’re alright and everything’s a-ok?
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| And It won’t be long my darling girl before we meet up once again,
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| Because the bomb’s only a minute or two away
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| So goodbye for the last time, it’s my time to go —
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| Gotta bring these idiots and their robes
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| They’re all late for appointments with the boss above
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| And he’s not one that forgets to judge
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| I’ll see you up in the old white tower
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| Waiting with a bouquet of flowers
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| In my hands, smiling down from the back of the line
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| St. Peter’s got your name on his tablet —
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| I’ll introduce you, and admit my habit
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| Disappeared when I met you, now I’m fine
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| You’re going back to the old white tower
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| Where you’ll wait for a higher power
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| To tell you where you’ll end up just like us
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| Sweating bullets waiting for your judgment —
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| Did you pass? |
| Did you fail? |
| The subject’s
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| Just enough to make you stand in line |