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Lyrics:
Vanity, Vanity!
How much possessions can one man’s soul reap?
Vanity, Vanity!
Out of dust you came and dust you’ll be, I said again
Vanity, Vanity!
How much possessions can one man’s soul reap?
Vanity, Vanity!
Out of dust you came and dust you’ll be!
I have seen all the works
Jah has done under the sun
What profit a man who works until he comes,
To the point where
He has no breathe left up in his lungs
To sleep beneath the earth we’ll all succumb
Vanity Ecclesiastes say, the preacher preached
Full of wisdom in his head
So read the words of what King Jesus said,
Don't build your life upon a golden bed
I said again!
Vanity, Vanity!
How much possessions can one man’s soul reap?
Vanity, Vanity!
Out of dust you came and dust you’ll be
Vanity, Vanity!
How much possessions can one man’s soul reap?
Vanity, Vanity!
Out of dust you came and dust you’ll be!
A time to be born a time to die
A time to plant a seed of corn
And yes a time to cry
There’s a time to laugh and there's time to mourn
Time for silence and a time to blow the horn
A time for love no time for hate
Cause everything that’s made
Within this world God did create
So bring your peace
And just know there’s time for war
The end of days is near
The Savior's coming with a sword
I said again
I said again yeah, aye yah, come again!
All is Vanity, All is Vanity
And we shall put nothing before our God
Vanity is Vanity
Vanity, Vanity! Oh Oh Oh
How much possessions can one man’s soul reap?
Vanity, Vanity!
Out of dust you came and dust you’ll be, Come wheel again
Vanity, Vanity! Oh Oh Oh
How much possessions can one man’s soul reap?
Vanity, Vanity!
Out of dust you came and dust you’ll be!
Vanity, Vanity!
How much possessions can one man’s soul reap?
Vanity, Vanity!
Out of dust you came and dust you’ll be
Vanity, Vanity!
How much possessions can one man’s soul reap?
Vanity, Vanity!
Out of dust you came and dust you’ll be!
Out of dust you came out of dust you came
When you die nothing else it will remain
Never will remain Only my God He sustains
I'm living through the pain
Vanity, Vanity!
Out of dust you came and dust you’ll be!
Come Again!
Vanity, Vanity!
Out of dust you came and dust you’ll be!
Vanity, Vanity!
Out of dust you came and dust you’ll be!
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