Let's sing a song about smoke and flames
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That burnt down our lazy yesterdays
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Let's pretend this poverty is fine
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And sit on our front porches like we do it all the time
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Go!
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Out on these mean streets it's all the same
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I watch my shoes while they take me on my way
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And I step to the beat everywhere I go
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All the televisions screaming out these windows
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And we're just waiting for the end
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When the bell tolls I'll be fine
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They say that living is a lot like dying
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When the bell tolls I'll be fine
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They say living is a lot like dying
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A lot like dying
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All the buzzards are circling overhead
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Nobody's crying cause we're already dead
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I sold my days off, now I sit around
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Like every other waste of space living in this town
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This is the only chance we have
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When the bell tolls I'll be fine
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They say that living is a lot like dying
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When the bell tolls I'll be fine
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They say living is a lot like dying
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A lot like dying
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Your Jesus, he cannot save you this time
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Your precious savior is laughing while you die
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When the bell tolls I'll be fine
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They say that living is a lot like dying
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When the bell tolls I'll be fine
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They say living is a lot like dying
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When the bell tolls I'll be fine
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They say that living is a lot like dying
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Your Jesus savior won't save you this time
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Your precious savior is laughing while we die
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The La-Z-Boy 500
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| The Falcon |
