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Lying down all alone |
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Our whole life passes before our eyes |
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Feeling like another clone |
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Our body is lying beneath grey skies |
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After our small lifetime |
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Pictures passing through our minds |
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Breathing now for one last time |
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The air we're breathing only life reminds |
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A raindrop comes down and crashes the ground |
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Red roses that dying on our tombs will be found |
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Will there be at our funeral crowd |
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Our soul watches our body from above the ground |
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We're livin' our lives and making plans |
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Not considering that can be squashed like cans |
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From birth to death there is not a big span |
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Like a cigarette burns and soon is done |
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As we are looking back in memories |
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Tinking of days that stigmatised us |
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Remenbering a lot of sceneries |
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Reactions that somehow suprised us |
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Now we're approaching the end |
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For the first time feeling so cold and alone |
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Now that our being is goin' to transcend |
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The times has come to face our gravestone |
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Inapprenhensive we walk |
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Ignorring the ticking away of the clock |
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Reaching now the end of the dock |
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Thinking that our life is just a catwalk |