There’s an answer here,
That you’d like to find.
Doesn’t really matter though,
What you had in mind.
And even if the question’s wrong.
The answer still remains the same.
And even though it’s everywhere.
No one wants to speak its name.
Forever marching to the grave,
Half-paralyzed by fear.
But if you look up in the sky,
You’ll see a second sun appear.
Rejoice, I’m dead.
At last I’m free.
And there’s no escaping it,
No matter what the preachers say.
You’ve really gotta find a way.
And sometimes I can hold it inn my hands,
And nearly have a word for it,
But then it slips away,
And soon we’re say…
Rejoice, I’m dead,
At last I’m free.
That you’d like to find.
Doesn’t really matter though,
What you had in mind.
The answer still remains the same.
And even though it’s everywhere.
No one wants to speak its name.
Half-paralyzed by fear.
But if you look up in the sky,
You’ll see a second sun appear.
At last I’m free.
No matter what the preachers say.
You’ve really gotta find a way.
And nearly have a word for it,
But then it slips away,
And soon we’re say…
Rejoice, I’m dead,
At last I’m free.
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