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Ash to ash and dust to dust. So... what's all the fuss?
Instead of baking bread, we fight over the crust.
Gonna drive into the sunset 'til this long black car rusts.
I don't know what I believe, but in God we trust.

I sit and strum and wonder. In fact I wrack my brain how to explain.
I'm waiting on the thunder, and there's no sign of rain, but here comes a train.

Nothing done, nothing undone. Every trick is true.
Tie a rhyme in my laces, put a shine on my blues.
Loafers, boots, wingtips, or oxfords: so many kinds to choose.
Fashion, religion... sh.... listen... do you hear a burning fuse?

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Ain't it funny how every clown must learn to cry.
It will be a circus when in the grave I lie.
Who am I? What am I? Do you identify?
Riddles tickle us to death and kill us with a sigh.

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