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The ash from a thousand suns
Bleeds the air from the oxygen skies.
Sinks its teeth in the earth,
Slams the lids of your eyes.
Constellations that hold
Their shape for only a moment.
The are blown apart again.
We are one of them.

Back to dust and vapor along with all our strongest bones.
Even though we said "We could make the world, or break the world today".
The songs we've sung will vanish along with everything we own.
And nothing anyone has ever done will matter.

Murder for a jar of red rum.
No trace, not one carton.
Now sir a war is won.
Never odd or even.

The palindromes of a billion homes is to end where they all began.
When the sun goes out, you can scream and shout
But it's all still gonna happen.

Back to dust and vapor along with everything we own.
Even though we said "We could make the world, or break the world today".
The songs we've sung will vanish along with everything we own.
And nothing anyone has ever done will matter.
When the sun goes out, you can scream and shout
But it's all still gonna happen.

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