The doctor says I’m dying
I die a little every day
He’s got no prescription
That could take my death away
The doctor says it don’t look so good
It’s terminal
Some folks die in offices one day at a time
They could live a hundred years but their soul’s already died
Don’t let your spirit die before your body does
We’re terminal
We’re terminal
We’re terminal
Yeah, we are, we are the living souls
With terminal hearts, terminal parts
Flickering like candles
Shimmering like candles
We’re fatally flawed
We’re fatally flawed
Whenever I start cursing at the traffic or the phone
I remind myself that we have all got cancer in our bones
Don’t yell at the dead, show a little respect
It’s terminal
It’s terminal
Yeah, we are, we are the living souls
With terminal hearts, terminal parts
Flickering like candles
Flickering like candles
We’re fatally flawed
We’re fatally flawed
We are, we are the living souls
With terminal hearts, terminal parts
Flickering like candles
Flickering like candles
We’re fatally flawed
We’re fatally flawed
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust
For our days here are like grass
We flourish like a flower of the field
The wind blows and it is gone
And its place remembers it no more
Naked we came from our mother’s womb
And naked we will depart
For we bring nothing into the world
And we can take nothing away
For we bring nothing into the world
And we can take nothing away
For we bring nothing into the world
And we can take nothing away
For we bring nothing into the world
And we can take nothing away
For we bring nothing into the world
And we can take nothing away
We are, we are, we are
We are the living souls
With terminal hearts, terminal parts
Flickering like candles
Flickering like candles
We’re fatally flawed in the image of God
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