St. Peter's cathedral
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Built of granite
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Ever fearful of the answer
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When the candle in the tunnel
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Is flickering and sputters
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And fading faster
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It's only then that you will know
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What lies above or down below
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Or if these fictions only prove
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How much you've really got to lose
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At St. Peter's cathedral
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There is stained glass
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There's a steeple that is reaching
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Up towards the heavens
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Such ambition never failing to amaze me
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It's either quite a master plan
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Or just chemicals that help us understand
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That when our hearts stop ticking
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This is the end
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And there's nothing past this
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There's nothing past this
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There's nothing past this
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There's nothing past this
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There's nothing past this
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There's nothing past this
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There's nothing past this
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There's nothing past this
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St. Peter's Cathedral
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