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Most People's Deaths Are A Sham. There's Nothing Left To Die.

Meanwhile The 3 A.m. Drunks Of The World Would Lay In Their Beds, Trying In Vain To Sleep, And Deserving That Rest, If They Could Find It.

Magic Persists Without Us No Matter What We May Do To Try To Spoil It

There's Music In Everything, Even Defeat

Well, Death Says, As He Walks By, I'm Going To Get You Anyhow No Matter What You've Been: Writer, Cab-driver, Pimp, Butcher, Sky-diver, I'm Going To Get You