| Where do you go when you die?
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| Where do you go when you die?
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| There isn’t any Saviour
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| There isn’t any Lord
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| There isn’t a Madonna
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| Sitting there to be adored
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| There is no damnation
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| There is no salvation
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| This is it for you, baby
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| This is it for me
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| Watch out, honey
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| Where do you go when you die?
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| Where do you go when you die?
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| A church is full of people
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| Praying to themselves
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| Praying to each other
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| Praying not to go to hell
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| A church is full of people
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| Praying to the void
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| Eyes deep within them
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| And they’re feeling paranoid
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| All I ever been is me
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| All I know is I
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| And I will turn to nothing
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| In the second that I die
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| Oh, where do you go when you die?
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| Where do you go when you die?
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| Your consciousness evaporates
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| Your body hits the ground
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| And if you have a soul, you know
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| It will not stick around
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| It could merge with Napoleon’s
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| Or blend with Easy E’s
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| It might get stuck in limbo
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| Like a balloon stuck in the trees
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| There ain’t no Pontius Pilate
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| There ain’t no Judas Priest
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| There’s just a lump of rotting meat
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| Officially pronounced deceased
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| Oh yeah, baby, where do you go when you die?
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| Where do you go when you die?
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| You’re not supposed to ask this question
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| You’re supposed to be here now
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| And if you have good karma
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| You won’t come back as a piece of British beef
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| Where do you go when you die?
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| Nowhere
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| Where do you go when you die?
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| Nowhere
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| When you die |