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his monkeys as he plays
dead souls day
Dead souls day, he grinds away
The old lady, and the mourners come with their memories
The pimps and politicians all drowned now in death sea, far as the eye can see, a thousand candles burning
Blows the flames away, just like our lives are blown out every moment
Blows the flames away, he grinds away
The pimps and politicians all drowned now in death sea, just like our lives are blown out every moment, dead souls day
Dead souls day, a hundred figures stooped to light them endlessly
And candles in their pockets to be blown out endlessly, the old lady
Dead souls day, dead souls day, till our own
And candles in their pockets to be blown out endlessly, dead souls day, and candles in their pockets to be blown out endlessly
Dead souls day, just like our lives are blown out every moment, he grinds away
Dead souls day, he grinds and grinds and grinds away
and the mourners come with their memories
a hundred figures stooped to light them endlessly
dead souls day
Just like our lives are blown out every moment, dead souls day
Till our own, and the mourners come with their memories
he grinds and grinds and grinds away
And the mourners come with their memories, a thousand candles burning
His monkeys as he plays, a hundred figures stooped to light them endlessly
Dead souls day, far as the eye can see Dead, the wind like the grim-reaper
Dead souls day, a thousand candles burning, dead souls day
Dead souls day, dead souls day
The wind like the grim-reaper, dead souls day
Dead souls day, dead souls day
and we are his monkeys
Dead souls day, his monkeys as he plays
He grinds and grinds and grinds away, a thousand candles burning, dead souls day
and candles in their pockets to be blown out endlessly
The organ grinder grinds, dead souls day Tiger, he grinds away