There are places
Some of us can't face yet 
And even though we see it 
We just swear God's sleeping 
So we say, 

"Ash to ash, dust to dust, 
We're all gonna die so we have to 
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But it's probably nothing
There's gotta be something

Now we mean it in our homes where we're sleeping
We call it mattresses underwater but the gutters are seeping
So we say, 

"Ask and ask and we'll return 
The same favors till its our own turn"
We got ash in our pockets and dust in the urn,
Another forty years for you
And yours to learn

Love was made like a ship at bay, never to see waves
We'll probably all crash anyway

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When we see it we don't believe it 
We've got our faces made for smiling, but we are weeping 
We got ash in our pockets and dust in the urn 
Another forty years for you and yours to learn 
You say, "all you ever talk about is dying and it's getting so old"

And we say, "love was made 
Like a book or a page just ripped out but we never read anyway" 
And you say "love was made like a ship at bay never to see waves"
We should probably get used to it, but we don't

Now I see it...

She's got her hands in her pockets and she's walking around 
She's got a face made for smiling but she's making a frown 
She says, "all you ever talk about is letting us down 
If you ever see me dying, just put me in the ground"