You wake every morning tryin' to get by
More questions than answers in this puzzle of life
Most get to choose what to think about their plight
It's one hell of a notion that we're all bound to die
But fear turns to awe as you look into dark skies
I get what works in my own eyes
Not askin' you to nod or to abide
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