| Ancient kings on ancient thrones
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| From Ninevah to Babylon
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| Built pyramids to hoard their bones in
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| Far from the ground they walked upon
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| And man for his immortal sake
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| Conceals his bones in steel and wood
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| He leaves a desert in his wake
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| That ne’er can serve a greater good
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| I have no god, no king or savior
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| No world beyond the setting sun
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| I’ll give my thanks for one more day here
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| And go to ground when my time has come
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| I beg you make my burial ground
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| A feast for eyes and ears instead
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| With trees and birds and flowers abounding
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| Where those who mourn may be comforted
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| I have no god, no king or savior
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| No world beyond the setting sun
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| I’ll give my thanks for one more day here
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| And go to ground when my time has come
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| What if the day be dark or fair?
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| Just dig a hole and drop me in
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| My mother earth will never care for
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| All that I’ve done and everywhere I’ve been
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| To feed a wild and growing thing
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| Is all I’ll ever ask of fame
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| And maybe on a day in springtime
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| A little bird will sing my name
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| I have no god, no king or savior
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| No world beyond the setting sun
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| I’ll give my thanks for one more day here
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| And go to ground when my time has come |