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Born alone, die alone, so Sartre says
Well I came with him but I will leave in the end
Never alone sun is here, look who it is.
One night of life is soon to be dust
Soon to be, soon to be the dust.
Million ways to forget all the sapphire skies
Million laws to love baby look who it is
Hello, hello something sure is right
One night of life is soon to be dust
It trickles in your door as you create a lair
All extremes will fail; they will die like the wind.
Love me, love me just like the soldier I am
Sit still I ain't no contraband
Time to go seasons nice but baby that ain't my home
One night of life is soon to be dust
Soon to be... soon to be the dust...