| It was Sunday morning, 1985
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| I was listening to warnings from a man with wild and flashing eyes
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| He said, «Judgement day is on its way
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| The end of all humanity is in sight»
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| The congregation raised their hands
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| They burst into song and sang
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| «Oh, c’est la fin du monde
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| C’est la fin du monde
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| It’s the end of the world»
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| It was Sunday morning, 1999
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| And I was listening to warnings from a man with sad and swollen eyes
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| He said, «Judgement day is on its way
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| Society is heading for collapse»
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| The congregation raised their hands
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| They burst into song and sang
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| «Oh, c’est la fin du monde
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| C’est la fin du monde
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| It’s the end of the world
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| Oh, c’est la fin du monde
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| C’est la fin du monde
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| It’s the end of the world»
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| One hundred years from now
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| They’ll still be counting down
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| I know they’ll still say
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| «The end is coming any day»
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| Oh, c’est la fin du monde
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| C’est la fin du monde
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| It’s the end of the world
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| Oh, c’est la fin du monde
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| C’est la fin du monde
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| It’s the end of the world
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| Oh, c’est la fin du monde
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| C’est la fin du monde |
| It’s the end of the world
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| Of the world
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| It’s the end of the world |