| Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
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| Dizzy with eternity
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| Paint it with a skin of sky
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| Brush in some clouds and sea
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| Call it home for you and me
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| A peaceful place or so it looks from space
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| A closer look reveals the human race
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| Full of hope, full of grace
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| Is the human face
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| But afraid we may lay our home to waste
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| There’s a fear down here we can’t forget
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| Hasn’t got a name just yet
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| Always awake, always around
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| Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
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| Ashes, ashes, all fall down
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| Now watch as the ball revolves
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| And the nighttime falls
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| Again the hunt begins
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| Again the bloodwind calls
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| By and by, the morning sun will rise
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| But the darkness never goes
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| From some men’s eyes
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| It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets
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| Staking turf, dividing up meat
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| Nightmare spook, piece of heat
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| It’s you and me
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| You and me
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| Click flash blade in ghetto night
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| Rudies looking for a fight
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| Rat cat alley, roll them bones
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| Need that cash to feed that jones
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| And the politicians throwin' stones
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| Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
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| Ashes, ashes, all fall down
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| Commissars and pin-stripe bosses
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| Roll the dice
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| Any way they fall
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| Guess who gets to pay the price
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| Money green or proletarian gray
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| Selling guns 'stead of food today
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| So the kids they dance
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| And shake their bones
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| And the politicians throwin' stones
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| Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
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| Ashes, ashes, all fall down
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| Heartless powers try to tell us
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| What to think
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| If the spirit’s sleeping
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| Then the flesh is ink
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| History’s page will thus be carved in stone
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| And we are here, and we are on our own
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| On our own
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| On our own
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| On our own
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| If the game is lost
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| Then we’re all the same
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| No one left to place or take the blame
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| We can leave this place and empty stone
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| Or that shinin' ball we used to call our home
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| So the kids they dance
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| And shake their bones
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| And the politicians throwin' stones
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| Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
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| Ashes, ashes, all fall down
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| Shipping powders back and forth
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| Singing black goes south and white comes north
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| In a whole world full of petty wars
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| Singing I got mine and you got yours
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| And the current fashion sets the pace
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| Lose your step, fall out of grace
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| And the radical, he rant and rage
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| Singing someone’s got to turn the page
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| And the rich man in his summer home
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| Singing just leave well enough alone
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| But his pants are down, his cover’s blown…
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| And the politicians throwin' stones
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| So the kids they dance
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| And shake their bones
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| And it’s all too clear we’re on our own
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| Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
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| Ashes, ashes, all fall down
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| Picture a bright blue ball
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| Just spinnin', spinnin, free
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| Dizzy with the possibilities
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| Ashes, ashes, all fall down
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| Ashes, ashes, all fall down
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| Ashes, ashes, all fall down
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| Ashes, ashes, all fall down
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| Ashes, ashes, all fall down |