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The human drum,
Beats a rhythm of life.
The clothes he wears,
Date back to the war.
He talks alot,
Often to himself.
She don't say much,
Just cuts his hair.
She can't remember,
Before the heat.
He can't remember,
His wife's christian name.
Paint me a picture,
Towers in sand,
America can fall.
Today I died again,
I died again,
I died today.
Today I died again,
I died again,
I died today.
Back to a year,
Back to a youth,
Of men in church and drug cabarets.
Is this the age,
Of empires and dance?
Oh what a world,
Oh what a world.
She can't remember,
Before this heat.
He can't remember,
His wife's christian name.
Paint me a picture,
Bodies in sand,
Presidents can fall.
Today I died again,
I died again,
I died today.
Today I died again,
I died again,
I died today.
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