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Created on: February 14, 2007 Last Updated: May 14, 2007
"The Ruination Of"
Things aren't really changing,
That's just the way it seems.
Look closer to see where we're ranging,
although it's different in all of our dreams
We just get death for helping a friend.
Noone really knows when it will end,
but who are we to know ?
We're just the ones fighting the foe.
Live for today, not for tomorrow,
and you won't find your head bent in sorrow.
That's what the rich man said.
But then one night he went to bed,
He just woke to raise his head,
to find his riches gone, the thieves fled.
We just get death for helping a friend.
No one really knows when the world will end.
We just get death for helping a friend.
You think 10 or 20 years before the world will end ?
It may end by water or fire.
If not fire, we find ourselves only higher,
but caught in the mire.
If fire of course we'll burn up.
When you take the coffee pot from the flame
you won't find even a cup.
We just get death for helping a friend.
Noone really knows when the world will end.
We just get death for helping a friend.
Seems a decade or 2 before it will end.
You say I'm daffed, you know I'm not,
as at the end of a sentence there goes a dot.
Who asks why, who knows what ,
as at the end of a sentence there goes a dot.
We just get death for helping a friend.
Noone really knows when the world will end.
Except for God above
who'll pick us up, a flying dove.
There'll be no hate there'll be no love.
Then I wonder what we'll be thinking of ?
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