Art Of Dying

There'll come a time when all of us must leave here
Then nothing sister Mary can do
Will keep me here with you
As nothing in this life that I've been trying
Could equal or surpass the art of dying
Do you believe me?

There'll come a time when all your hopes are fading
When things that seemed so very plain
Become an awful pain
Searching for the truth among the lying
And answered when you've learned the art of dying

But you're 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've realized the Art of Dying
Do you believe me?

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Der gro?e Rebell von gestern sagt nun f?r immer "JA!" zum b?rgerlichen Leben und den Dingen, gegen die er war. Er hat die Fronten gewechselt, alle finden ihn wunderbar, obwohl sich sein Charakter keineswegs ge?ndert hat. Hey, bye