Rub It to Death
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Lyrics
Well the grass is growing The rivers are flowing Everyone's breathing air Dogs are barking Birds are flying No one seems to care Drunks are stumblin' Footballs are fumblin' The sun is still in the sky Why is it always me To be the one that sees We're all about to die Call God and make amends Beginning of the end Beginning of the end All over again There once was a race of wise people Who were way ahead of their time And they predicted just about everything Except their own demise Now, I don't to cause an alarm Or fill the air full of dread But they scribbled some symbols In a cave somewhere And this is what it might have said
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:58
- Key
- 6
- Tempo
- 150 BPM