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There'll cEm7ome a time when Em6all of us must leC/Gave here
Then nothing BSister Mary cB7an do can kEmeep me here with you
There's nEm7othing in this lEm6ife that I've been C/Gtrying
Can eBqual or surB7pass the art of dEmying
BDo you beliEmeve me?
There'll come the time when all your hopes are fading
When things that seem so very plain, become an awful pain
Searching for the truth among the lying
And answer when you will learn the art of dying
Are you still with me?
E But if you wAant it
Ao7 Then you must fEmind it
E But when you hAave it
Ao7 There'll be no nEmeed for it
There'll come a time when most of us return here
Brought back by our desire to be a perfect entity
Living through a million years of crying
Until you realize the art of dying
Do do do do, do you believe me?
Do do do do, do you believe me?
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