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Death is not the end, my friend |
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Death is not the end, again |
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Death is not the end my friend |
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Death is not the end |
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Psychology has got me seeing shrinks |
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My biology's been compared to missing links |
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In revelry, passed out, giddy on the ground |
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Wearing pale degrees of blacks and grays and browns |
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Sails on the sea, sought regrets in your life |
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Valley and peak, run in darkness and in light |
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Your family tree high upon the hill |
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Has lost its leaves when the wind was still |
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A Melody of retreads and broken quills |
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Chivalry stacked from high to just might spill |
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When running low, get high and take a stand |
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Hit a plateau, run parallel to this land |
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Don't fail to see that love is blind and free |
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And cutting keys is unlocking from the leash |
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Paying fees and broke's nowhere to be |
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Life's a tease, that pushes foddered greed |
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Your memory, In pints and packs and pills |
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Has given me weights and measures unfulfilled |
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I'd give a day to wish away the week |
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From ships of clay to mountains of the meek |
