| Now you may ask, what we forecast
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| Do not plough sand, make your own stand
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| Just a story, without glory
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| Prophesying, no more dying
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| When you meet your Mister Scheleton
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| Tell him that you know him well
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| He will smile and perhaps wink at you
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| Watch his electric spell
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| Up mountainsides, having no guides
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| Down the valleys, over big seas
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| Stream of changes, it deranges
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| Time is my grass, got no mantras
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| Deathless ditty — sung forever
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| For the city — for the city-man
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| Beedeepees are doors so hard to find
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| Do not seek them, better not to mind
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| When your brain is working you’ll be fine
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| (Death's gonna come to all of us)
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| Got to watch your body, or else you die
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| (Ashes to ashes, dust to dust)
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| No time to die, to die today (to die today)
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| Now it’s the time to disobey (to disobey)
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| Tell him you got no time to stay (no time to stay)
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| We have to stay anyway so everyday play
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| No time to die, to die today (to die today)
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| Now it’s the time to disobey (to disobey)
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| Tell him you got no time to stay (no time to stay)
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| We have to stay everyday anyway
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| We have to stay everyday anyway
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| We have to stay everyday anyway
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| We have to stay everyday anyway
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| We have to stay everyday anyway
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| We have to stay everyday anyway
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| We have to stay everyday anyway
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| We have to stay everyday anyway
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| We have to stay
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| We have to stay
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| We have to stay
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| We have to stay |