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Lyrics

Sing For The Sorrow Of All

Pack up your bags and be gone for the song of the wild
Life from oblivion raises an untainted child
Sing for your song will be short though its threads will remain
Holding together the fractured and the fragmented brain

Don't be afraid of this dark
The booms and the bellows and barks
Those lurkers are nothing but larks

Sing for the sorrow of all and the sorrow is slain

Think of the songs you have lost and the ones you will gain
The rushing of rhyme and the lift from the verse to refrain

Whistling in ruins and rain
The rhythm of going in circles and doing it over again
Over again

Sing for the sorrow of all and the sorrow is slain
Sing for the sorrow of all and the sorrow is slain