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I was on my way to heaven when you died, |
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I was racing up the express lane, I was cheating HOV |
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lanes, |
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I made it to the gat in record timing, |
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I quickly threw my hazards on, no bother finding parking, |
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I was on my way to heaven when you died. |
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I was dressed in all black and I hoped, |
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that nobody would notice me, |
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or the bolt cutters I was hiding, |
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underneath my oversized jacket, |
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I snuck around the back end |
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and broke you out when the Gods weren't looking, |
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I was on my way to heaven when you died. |
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But then it was all over, |
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they got us surrounded, |
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they beat us with batons, |
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cuffed us and threw us in the car, |
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when I wake up I want to talk to a lawyer, |
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I demand a fair and speedy trail. |
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Where do people go when they die? |
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How do you keep them alive? |
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How do you make sure that something like these |
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won't ever happen again? |
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Not to any other friends. |
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How could a perfect human run out of luck, |
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when there's just so many horrible people screaming |
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"jackpot!", I cannot help but fear the thing I can't control, |
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the things I'll never know. |
