Aren't all deaths murders
From a certain angle of light
Death tricks life into thinking
It can get away with it
And in a hurry the case is closed
And though the thousand witnesses are sure
About what they saw and heard
And despite the libraries of evidence
Death escapes prosecution again
And remains at large
Until you can't believe your eyes
That life keeps getting murdered
And coming back for more
And no one seems to get that
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