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There's something pretending |
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Keeps following our whole life |
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There are some things descending |
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Into the deepest abyss of our minds |
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Near to far and skin to scar |
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Rise and descend - Where life begins and ends |
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There are some ones defending |
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Keep fighting all their lives |
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There's something avenging |
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For things we don't even know this time |
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Like an everlasting slide |
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To the day we die |
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It's a rain drop we call life |
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Downward all the time |
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There's something pretending |
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No face, just a hilarious disguise |
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There's nothing ascending |
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From the depths where we're all going to die |
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Like an everlasting slide |
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To the day we die |
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It's a rain drop we call life |
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Downward all the time |
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So we cry it out |
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Smash it to the ground |
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This seems to be just like Adams fall |
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So we cry it out |
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Scream and shriek and shout |
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It makes no change to it after all |
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Like an everlasting slide |
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To the day we die |
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It's a rain drop we call life |
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Downward all the time |
