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Gravedigger

We pass through this world pretending we belong Failing to consider we won’t be here very long Clinging to the illusion we’re in control Yet at the end of our dilution wait’s a graveyard hole They’ll dig it wide and six feet deep The guy who dig’s it will lose no sleep We’re just one more stiff who pay's his bills. Fill's his car and buy’s his meals Darrell

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