| From the book of life
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| Comes a rider for the damned
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| And he wields the scythe
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| As he rides across the land
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| But when he comes
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| You’ll never know
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| Then it’s time for you to leave the world
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| Mother Angel tell me why
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| Is it cool up in the sky
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| Was it time for you to disappear and go
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| Is there something I should know
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| Was it time for you to go
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| Waiting for a sign from you
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| To let me know
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| Here on my own
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| From the ashes we do come
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| To the ashes we shall go
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| And the dust that we were made of
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| Shall embrace our very soul
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| All the times that we don’t know
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| Make it harder to believe in god
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| And heaven above
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| So Mother Angel tell me why
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| Is it cool up in the sky
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| Was it time for you to disappear and go
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| Is there something I should know
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| Was it time for you to go
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| Waiting for a sign from you
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| To let me know
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| Here on my own
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| My hands reach out into thin air
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| And the truth is hard to bear
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| No one comes to bring you back again
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| So Mother Angel tell me why
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| Is it cool up in the sky
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| Was it time for you to disappear and go
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| Is there something I should know
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| Was it time for you to go
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| Waiting for a sign from you
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| To let me know
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| Here on my own |