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Beaten down by the pouring rain, |
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At least it rinses off the mortal pain, |
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The wet bullet grazed the right side of |
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His brain, |
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Leaving him with more than a migraine. |
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Broad daylight, |
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Ain't the best time, |
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For souls to take flight, |
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It's so easy |
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To lose sight of the good things in life. |
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Some invisible Saint has the final say, |
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As to how and when we leave this place, |
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Ancient monks have often said, |
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If you take your own life, you must |
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Live it again. |
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Broad daylight... |
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When sunlight threatens to burn out your eyes. |
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I'm just a wreck, |
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A wreck in progress, |
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It's so easy |
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To lose sight of the good things in life. [x2] |