| Woke up today, got on my way
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| Heard someone say
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| We’re living in the last days
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| And being alone, I naturally thought of you
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| There’s torture and rain
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| Your legs and pain and I came to play
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| So if we’re living in the last days
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| Then maybe baby, there’s a few things we ought to do
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| And all the weeping wonders will while away
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| But you’re in killed in conception so there’s no argument to what the men say
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| Last days!
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| See, I want to rave and misbehave
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| Lay you on a grave
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| Oh, let’s give it to these last days
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| And when the world don’t end we can sit back and laugh about that too
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| With all the weird imponderables just crowding up the floor
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| Is it really so dishonorable to just get up and head for the door?
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| In these last days
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| And all the weird and uncomfortable things we need to say
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| Can you feel yourself come out from under them as we get them out of the way?
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| For these last days |