Hard times call for harder measures
There'll be no time for no earthly pleasures
You'll be glad when it's done, you'll rejoice when it's over
And it is just around the corner
Hardship from its greater ruptures
Fiction based on a bright hereafter
You'll be glad when it's done, you'll rejoice when it's over
And it is just around the corner
Summon us at midnight
I hear whispers, I hear sights
Trouble us like a cold
Something called on to run from
Trouble us, trouble us
There are things that you can't know
The future we expect
Is not the future that we get

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