| Well everybody I know has one good chance to die
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| To be swallowed whole by the big blue empty sky
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| The feel of heavens stare with a cold hard look in it’s eyes
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| To hear the sound of something awful on the rise
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| So pray for safe passage through the night
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| You’ll be humbled
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| By sounds of daylight
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| And this is an endless search
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| To find how much is enough
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| And this could be so much worse
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| But we sold our souls for gold
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| And this is an endless search
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| To find how much is enough
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| And this could be so much worse
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| But we sold our souls for gold
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| You know that nobody in this room wants to hear you cry
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| And if nobody goes for him, baby, you’re gonna die
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| It came and went so fast you’d almost thought you missed
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| A chance to shake your head and say, «How did it come to this?»
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| Pray for safe passage through the night
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| You’ll be humbled
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| By sounds of daylight
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| And this is an endless search
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| To find how much is enough
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| And this could be so much worse
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| But we sold our souls for gold
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| And this is an endless search
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| To find how much is enough
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| Oh, baby, this could be so much worse
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| But we sold our souls for gold
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| We sold our souls!
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| We sold our souls our gold
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| We sold our souls!
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| We sold our souls our gold
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| And this is an endless search
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| To find how much is enough
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| And this could be so much worse
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| But we sold our souls for gold |