There'll come a time when all of us must leave here
Then nothing Sister Mary can do can keep me here with you
There's nothing in this life that I've been trying
Can equal or surpass the art of dying
Do you believe me?
There'll come the time when all your hopes are fading
When things that seem so very plain, become an awful pain
Searching for the truth among the lying
And answer when you will learn the art of dying
Are you still with me?
But if you want it
Then you must find it
But when you have it
There'll be no need for it
There'll come a time when most of us return here
Brought back by our desire to be a perfect entity
Living through a million years of crying
Until you realize the art of dying
Do do do do, do you believe me?
Do do do do, do you believe me?
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