The Beatles - Art Of Dying
There'll come a timeWhen all of us must leave hereThen nothing Sister Mary can doWill keep me here with youNothing in this life that I've been tryingCan equal or surpass the art of dyingDo you believe me?There'll come a timeWhen all your hopes are fadingWhen things that seemed so very plainBecome an awful painSearching for the truth among the lyingAnd answered when you've learned the art of dyingBut you still leave meBut if you want it, then you must find itBut when you have it, there'll be no need for itThere'll come a timeWhen most of us return hereBrought back by our desire to beA perfect entityLiving through a million years of cryingUntil you've realized the art of dyingCan you believe me?
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