I like a tombstone cause it
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weathers well
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and if it stands or if it crumbles
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only time will tell
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if you carve my name in marble
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you must cut it deep
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there'll be no dancing on the gravestone
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you must let me sleep
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and time is burning burning burning
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it burns away
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I don't need to see the gates of
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famous men
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but I do try to see the kingdom
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every now and then
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if you ask me where it is it's on a
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humble map
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and I know that to enter in the doorway
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show your handicap
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and time is burning burning burning
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it burns away
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Tombstone
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| Suzanne Vega |
