You are the angel of death
And I am the dead man's son
He was buried like a mole in a foxhole
And everyone's still on the run
Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave, but don't leave me
Look around and choose your own ground
For long you live, and high you fly
Smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be
Run, rabbit, run
Dig that hole, forget the sun
And when, at last, the work is done
Don't sit down, it's time to dig another one
For long you live, and high you fly
Only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave
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