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June 25, 2009
The Death of Michael Jackson

He's gone, Michael Jackson's gone away
He's gone, Michael Jackson's gone away
Something black was calling him that no money honey could sway

The whole earth is singing and mourning the poor man
The whole earth's a-singing and mourning this poor man
And death will visit everyone someday, and death will come your way, and life's a slivered span

He ran from his shadow in the way that he played
He ran from his shadow the way that he played
'Til he ran 'round the world so fast he fine'ly crashed in' his own shade