They say there's somebody in the sky
Who answer questions to those who cry
And takes those who die
They say there's a man in the ground
On the streets, he walks around
And pulls those deeper down
We'll read a book and hold a cross
And pray for our loss
Or we'll express our fun
Party until we see the sun
No one will ever tell
If there is
A Heaven or Hell
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