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The doctor says I'm dyingI die a little every dayHe's got no prescriptionThat could take my death awayThe doctor says it don't look so goodIt's terminalSome folks die in officesOne day at a timeThey could live a hundred yearsBut their soul's already diedDon't let your spirit dieBefore your body doesWe're terminal, we're terminalWe're terminalWe are, we are the living soulsWith terminal hearts, terminal partsFlickering like candles,Shimmering like candlesWe're fatally flawed, fatally flawedWhenever I start cursingAt the traffic or the phoneI remind myself thatWe have all got cancer in our bonesDon't yell at the deadShow a little respectIt's terminal"earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dustFor our days here are like grassWe flourish like a flower of the fieldThe wind blows and it is goneAnd its place remembers it no moreNaked we came from our mother's wombAnd naked we will departFor we bring nothing into the worldAnd we can't take nothing away"We are, we are the living soulsWith terminal hearts, terminal partsFlickering like candles,Shimmering like candlesWe're fatally flawed in the image of god
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