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We bury the dead, but they're not forgotten
So how in the hell can we bury disease?
Plague of the mind, decay of the senses
This pestilence grips and then it oversees
Life imitates art, they say, in which case art must be utter dismay
Life imitates art, they say, in which case art must be bitter and gray
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You're running against a hurricane mighty
Tie in your mouth and chills down your spine
This entity follow has no spatial boundaries
Are all my decisions decidedly mine?
Life imitates art, they say, in which case art must be utter dismay
Life imitates art, they say, in which case art must be bitter and gray
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You're dragging the boulder with relentless determination
Grip on for dear life to the rope that's attached
Sometimes you've got to give those hands a break
Let the bastard roll off and be free from your grasp
Life imitates art, they say, in which case art must be utter dismay
Life imitates art, they say, in which case art must be bitter and gray
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You're caught and divided, you're vanquished and conquered
You're much like a blind man who's crossing the road
It's okay to scream, to pine for assistance
If you're looking for aid, then you should make it known
Life imitates art, they say, in which case art must be utter dismay
Life imitates art, they say, in which case art must be bitter and gray
Art imitates life, they say, in which case life must be utter dismay
Art imitates life, they say, in which case life must be bitter and gray
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