| I met a young man
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| on a Skeleton coast.
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| He was on of his feet,
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| pale as a ghost.
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| I’ve asked his name,
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| he said Lazarus, man.
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| I come to this country
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| from a far away land.
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| I can’t quite remember
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| last time I was on shore.
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| It could’ve been twelve years,
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| could’ve been more.
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| I’ve seen tabulation
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| that troubled my mind.
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| I can’t quite remember
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| what I come here to find.
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| And it’s wind on the ocean,
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| rain on the land.
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| Three drops of water,
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| one grain of sand.
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| I’ll tell you this story
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| as quick as I can.
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| I got nothing but time,
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| I’m Lazarus, man.
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| He said «I woke up one morning,
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| felt a little bit strange,
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| by mid afternoon
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| there was fever and pain.
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| Later that night
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| with my friends on my side
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| I went after to sleep
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| and I guess that I died,
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| I was stumbling and rising
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| so I couldn’t quite tell
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| one foot in glory
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| and one foot in hell.
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| on one side of garden
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| and on one side of flame,
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| I thought I heard somebody
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| call out my name.
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| Yeah, somebody was saying
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| «Lazarus, arise!».
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| I set up,
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| opened my eyes.
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| You know I wanted to dance,
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| but I didn’t have room.
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| So I threw off the sheets,
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| walked down out the tomb
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| And it’s wind on the ocean,
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| rain on the land.
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| Three drops of water,
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| one grain of sand.
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| I’ll tell you this story
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| as quick as I can.
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| I got nothing but time,
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| I’m Lazarus, man.
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| I’ve been from Lazarus
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| To Higher Barbaree
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| And I realized
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| There is no rest for me
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| I’ve been out on the desert
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| I’ve been out on the beach
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| but since he has been arised
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| I’m in a sleep
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| And it’s wind on the ocean,
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| rain on the land.
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| Three drops of water,
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| one grain of sand.
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| I’ll tell you this story
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| as quick as I can.
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| I got nothing but time,
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| I’m Lazarus, man.
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| I met a young man
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| on a Skeleton coast.
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| He was on of his feet,
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| pale as a ghost.
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| I’ve asked his name,
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| he said Lazarus, man.
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| I come to this country
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| from a far away land.
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| And it’s wind on the ocean,
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| rain on the land.
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| Three drops of water,
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| one grain of sand.
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| I’ll tell you this story
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| as quick as I can.
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| I got nothing but time,
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| I’m Lazarus, man. |