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Sooner or later |
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Ready or not |
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We find ourselves dissolved in soil |
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The big sleep state |
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I don't worry |
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When you got to go you got to go |
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But wouldn't it be nice to have a say |
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In our final day |
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When I take my dying breath |
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You'd better bet your life |
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I'm going out |
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Screaming |
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Like I came in |
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Screaming |
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Love and emotion |
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We're told will keep us sheltered |
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From the threat of the bear |
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But danger is everywhere |
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So take my hand now |
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As they adopt their fighting stance |
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Parade our derision |
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And assume the position, configuration |
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When I take my dying breath |
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You'd better bet your life |
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I'm going out |
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Screaming |
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Like I came in |
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Screaming |
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I want to be the first to go, to test the water |
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I miss those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer |
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In our younger phase |
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All the things |
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I took for granted but most of all |
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You When I take my dying breath |
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You'd better bet your life |
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I'm going out |
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Screaming |
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Like I came in now |
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Screaming |