| SHE TRIED TO TURN ALL THINGS
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| INTO THE UNIVERSAL DRUG OF HER’S,
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| SHE TRIED TO BRING HER GREAT WORK
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| HER GREAT WORK TO THE END,
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| HER THOGHTS WERE OF TOMORROW,
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| SHE WAS NOT LIVING IN THE PRESENT DAY.
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| SHE FED HERSELF WITH VICE
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| AS IF IT WAS HER BREAD AND VINE.
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| (chorus)
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| HEY ANN, YOUR WORLD IS IN THE BOX!
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| HEY ANN! |
| YOUR BRAINS ARE IN THE JAR.
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| THE FIRE IS WITHIN ITSELF.
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| ASHES TO ASHES, AND DUST TO DUST!
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| HEY ANN, AND THIS IS JUST A FLOW!
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| HEY ANN, THIS IS JUST A DUST!
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| THE FAITH JUST RESTS WITHIN ITSELF
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| AND YOU THINK OF YOURSELF TO MUCH
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| HEY ANN, AND THIS IS JUST A FLOW!
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| HEY ANN, THIS IS JUST A DUST!
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| (chorus)
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| HEY ANN, YOU SLEEPING IN THE BOX!
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| HEY ANN! |
| YOUR BRAINS ARE IN THE JAR.
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| (chorus)
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| HEY ANN, YOUR WORLD IS IN THE BOX!
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| HEY ANN! |
| YOUR BRAINS ARE IN THE JAR. |