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The color of your bones it was yellowed by the sun

 Ain't no reason why the drummer keeps on drumming on his drum

 On his drum, we are only for awhile

And the truth is like an onion you can skin it layer by layer

When you come upon the center you might find there’s nothing there

And we are only for awhile

The sun is like the truth it’ll burn the mortal man

If he tries to look upon it if he tries to understand

He might learn that we are only for awhile

Even my guitar listen while she gently weeps

Now I will not play forever so why would I play for keeps

Don’t play for keeps we are only for awhile