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your living will harden as there's more time to kill each cell. each day that you dwell on a sense of life that threatens response will little regard |
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on a sense of pain against which god is no guard. |
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and I pray for you as you asked me to, but still I wonder what good it will do. I pray for you as you told me to, even though I know it does. |
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no good will come from this. |
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no thought could ever defend a body that lies in conscious decay. |
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if I could sign my name with the fluid that comes from my bones, |
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if I could sign over half of myself, |
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I'd do it for you. |
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you'd never ask me to, but still I'd wonder what good it would do. |
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I'd do it for you |
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as you told me not to. |
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even thought I know it does no good for your living will, no good for living well. |
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'cause your god for your living will is no good for living well. |
