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  • I'll pass away,
  • In the light of the day.
  • The rain will begin to pour,
  • As my soul starts to soar.


  • Drown your sorrows in gin,
  • One hundred bottles in the bin.
  • You could of stopped this,
  • All I need now is bliss.


  • Then all of a sudden we crash,
  • Broken glass and a bright flash.
  • Finding ourselves in the past,
  • We make a decision really fast.


  • We bring out our knives,
  • This is our lives.
  • We roll the dice,
  • Make one last slice.
The End

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