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Lie half-alive in my hospital bed |
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Or to some of you that may be half-dead |
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I.V. machines running to my veins |
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Man-made life restores my withered remains |
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A mirror of sorts appears before my being |
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My human end has come, that's all that I see |
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Now that my soul it set free |
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I'm classified dead now, it seems |
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My destiny plunders on through |
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I'm granted a room with a view |
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Nurses and interns gathering at my side |
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I try to yell at them, I haven't died |
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As I project, my soul emerges from fear |
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I soon remember all the reasons I'm here |
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How strange, I thought that I could see myself |
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A different light, sight, sound and smell |
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A different experience, a new world |
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Almost unhuman to me |
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See them cart me away |
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I venture to a new day |
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Human inhibitions are gone |
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Emotions are few |
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I'd pass up any life |
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For a room with a view |
