Time runs backwards, at the end;
You turn into a child again
Then you're dust

Remind yourself, what you once were
An animal without much fur
Then you're dust

You've got to be yourself, like a man
Till the line runs off your hand
Then you're dust

Nobody wakes you. Nobody can.
Nobody shakes you
Anymore

Walk around and breathe the air
You can find it anywhere
Till you're dust

Everybody moves around
Makes a very special sound
Then you're dust

Everybody feels

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Writer(s): R HITCHCOCK