| When I was a little kid, I was told to share my sins
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| Or little men all painted red would eat me
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| Now that I am full of age and no longer filled with rage
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| I learned karma does all of the reaping
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| I’m no longer scared to death of whatever happens next
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| After all my organs, they stop breathing
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| Somewhere in the great divide, that is where I’ll spend my time
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| My soul will find its place eventually, eventually
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| Have I lost all of my, my common sense?
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| Have I lost all of my, my innocence?
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| It’s getting easy for me to believe
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| All of us will die
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| Eventually, eventually, eventually, eventually
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| I won’t be scared to death, I’ll find my place of rest
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| I won’t be scared to death, I’ll find my place of rest
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| When I was a child of 10, I was told to fold my hands
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| I was taught to never get them dirty
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| And the more that I grew up, I learned I was tough enough
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| To never let someone get dirty for me
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| Eventually
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| Have I lost all of my, my common sense?
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| Have I lost all of my, my innocence?
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| It’s getting easy for me, to believe
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| All of us will die
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| Eventually, eventually, eventually, eventually
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| I won’t be scared to death, I’ll find my place of rest
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| I won’t be scared to death, I’ll find my place of rest
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| It’s okay if there’s nothing for me
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| It’s okay if there’s nothing for me
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| It’s okay if there’s nothing for me
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| It’s okay if there’s nothing for me
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| Have I lost all of my, my common sense?
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| Have I lost all of my, my innocence?
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| It’s getting easy for me to believe
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| All of us will die
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| Eventually, eventually, eventually, eventually
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| (It's okay if there’s nothing for me
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| It’s okay if there’s nothing for me) |