| You don’t need me to tell you
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| That there’s nothing after this
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| That nothing came before now
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| That’s just the way it is
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| Any mark you think you leave here
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| Well, it will perish with the flesh
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| The purpose of this sorry life
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| Well, that’s anybody’s guess
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| And yet we persevere
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| Like flowers on the tide
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| The choice is seldom mentioned
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| The choice is set aside
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| For once its name is spoken
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| It enters by the heart
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| It haunts the empty chambers
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| And it pulls the heart apart
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| You’re sound of mind and body
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| But I’ve watched you from afar
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| Your rationale is fading
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| It’s fading like a star
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| Amongst these constellations
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| You always found the hope
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| But now I see a worried man
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| Behind the telescope
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| I’d like to say I’ve evidence
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| The proof that all men seek
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| But I’m as lost as anyone
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| The spirit, it is weak
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| You don’t need me to tell you
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| That there’s nothing after this
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| That nothing came before now
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| That’s just the way it is |