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February 22nd 1998
The day there was no death
The day that no one turned up late
Call it luck or act of God
Or a simple twist of chance
The reaper was denied and no one died
No accidents no murders
Not a single overdose
One guy fell out of an airplane
And was saved by a murder of crows
Starving people everywhere
Found enough to last the day
The undertakers cried and no one died
And no one had to leave
And no one was bereaved
Everybody stuck around
Except the daisies who stayed down
Every gun misfired
Every hand grenade went click
Smart bombs got a little smarter
And learned how to call in sick
A power cut in Texas
Meant a party on Death Row
Nobody got fried and no one died
Six billion survived that day
Somehow against all odds
That night we went to bed immortal Thinking we were gods
The next day when we woke up
And all the normal rules applied
Most of us survived but something died