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Tell me are we really trying? No\n\nPre-chorus\n\nDown down down...","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.07] All my life my fear of death kept me wondering\n[00:28.09] Is there a heaven above or a hell below\n[00:31.71] So now these words I sing\n[00:36.30] \"Live your life for all you can\"\n[00:38.52] One day you'll be like me\n[00:50.99] Lying underneath it all, your address: REST IN PEACE\n[01:25.66] Down here there is no love and hate, there is no peace and war\n[01:32.62] All these things just disappear when you're deep below the floor\n[01:39.43] There is no sun, there is no moon, no nighttime and no day\n[01:47.05] Lying underneath the world your body rots away\n[01:53.00] Pre-chorus:\n[01:54.21] Next time you're feeling troubled, next time you're feeling down\n[02:00.94] Remember these words I sing to you from Six Feet Underground\n[02:07.50] Let me take you down, let me take you down,\n[02:20.14] Let me take you down, down, down, down,\n[02:22.02] Six Feet Under Ground\n[02:36.47] Doesn't matter what you do, or if you're good or bad\n[02:43.81] You'll end up lying next to me in a box that's filled with sand\n[02:50.33] Seasons come and seasons go, winter spring and fall\n[02:57.72] Stuck inside this wooden box with not a care at all\n[03:04.73] Pre-chorus\n[04:41.82] People killing, children dying, voice created, world is crying\n[04:47.65] Is there really no denying? Tell me are we really trying? 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