You awoke in the morning and said,
What will happen to me when I'm dead,
Will a million old bugs eat my bones?
Or will I be returned to my home?
If I knew that then I would be rich,
I'd predict every death to the inch,
When the gunfire and smoke light the sky,
I could tell you exactly who'll die
But he's just another, face in the crowd,
If you sleep through the morning, he won't come around,
He's just another, face in the crowd,
Oh the bones in the graveyard, are moving around.
But he's just another, face in the crowd,
If you sleep through the morning, he won't come around,
He's just another, face in the crowd,
Oh the bones in the graveyard, are moving around.
Both the master and lover are sewn,
Immortal souls and they're never alone,
Black cat's luck and the book never seen,
Just a rose where the bodies have been.
We can have all the luck in the world,
One day our lives will surely unfurl,
No long pause 'fore the verdict is read,
We'll just know in our hearts that we're dead.
But he's just another, face in the crowd,
If you sleep through the morning, he won't come around,
He's just another, face in the crowd,
Oh the bones in the graveyard, are moving around.
But he's just another, face in the crowd,
If you sleep through the morning, he won't come around,
He's just another, face in the crowd,
Oh the bones in the graveyard, are moving around.

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