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Tax collector's coming for your body Tax collector's coming for your soul To see that you've paid your dues, or else My love, that you've not been lifted up Or carried away Tax collector's coming for your love now Tax collector's coming for your blood And saying you can't be lifted up Or carried away until you've paid But you and I we know It happens all the time All the time Always just across the way To some poor soul who will never know The pregnant sleepless weight of this joy Tax collector's coming for your dreams now Coming bright and early in the morning Why can't I ever remember that Before it's 2:35am And I'm wide awake, busy being born again? Born again From Letras Mania