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The pain in your legs is dead |
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Six weeks to live my friend |
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Even though you smile, |
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and wish people well |
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You're a knight, |
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in shining hell |
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Dance with the life and soul |
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Greet every hand your own |
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Courageous happy an unfortunate fall |
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Leave your house, your man, your home |
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Wrapped up in scarves today |
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Skies overlook the grey |
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Find a funeral, |
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and pick out the smiles |
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In the clicks and bangs we'll stay |
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Who's happy lost this way |
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Outside the heat and hate |
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This tremor felt around the district and lanes |
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Put a stop, to Christmas day |
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Pack up your friends and walk away |
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The charcoal doesn't matter |
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Slowly float to safety and laugh |
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Write up a list and send out notes |
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The strangest words and pictures |
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Instinctly fall asleep |
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when you're told |
