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Oh Lord, I've a heavy soul;
marching forth towards my doom,
lost melodies without a tune
Death marches draw for crimson tears
Memories of life contrast
like pure demons of my past
Tomorrow...
Tomorrow is an age away,
and I've sent a fallen angel here to say:
Move along, move along;
My existence is forgotten
Move along, move along;
lay me in the fields of cotton
Move along, move along;
Move away from my memory
Oh Lord, Hell's bells are atoll
I must destroy to survive,
non-deserving of my life
Death has befallen us all
A lone tear sheds in my eye
And we all deserve to die
Tomorrow...
Tomorrow's a moment away
And all that remains of yesterday
Moves along, moves along;
My existence is forgotten
Move along, move along;
lay me in the fields of cotton
Move along, move along;
Move away from my memory
Here I stand in dismay
There's a shortness to my breath,
yet I'm not battling death
Good Lord, I apologize
Please forgive me for my sin
his life paid a price to win
So move along, move along
as though I never existed
Move along, move along
though my conscience remains twisted
Move along, move along
Move along...