Requiem Aeternum Requiem Aeternum
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Momma momma forget your pies
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Have faith they won't get cold
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And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky
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Your flag is flying full at half-mast
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For the matadors who turned their backs to please the crowd
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And all fell before the bull
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Red was the color of his blood flowing thin
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Pallid white was the color of his lifeless skin
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Blue was the color of the morning sky
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from the ground where he died
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It was the last thing that was seen by him
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Kyrie Eleison
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Momma momma forget your pies
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Have faith they won't get cold
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And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky
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Your flag is flying full at half-mast
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For the matadors who turned their backs to please the crowd
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And all fell before the bull
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Black and white were the figures that recorded him
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Black and white was the newsprint he was mentioned in
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Black and white was the question that so bothered him
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He never asked he was taught not to ask
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But was on his lips as they buried him
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Rex Tremendae Majestatis
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Requiem aeternum Requiem aeternum
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Requiem For The Masses
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The Association |