| I was born into self-actualization
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| I knew exactly who I was
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| But I never got my chance to be young
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| So when you lay me inside of a coffin
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| Bury me on the side of the hill
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| That’s a good place to get some thinking done
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| It didn’t work out the way that I planned it
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| They all seem to want to take it away
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| Everything that I thought to be true
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| So it’s obvious to me somebody
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| Somewhere must have really done a number on you
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| And I know because the fuckers got me too
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| All the pretty horses, all flowers and trees
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| They will all mean less than nothing when it all has come to be
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| God sent me a vision of the future in a dream on a Saturday night
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| And I see no reason to celebrate
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| For when I saw it I wept like a child
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| It came to me like a knife in the chest
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| You and me and everyone, forever, to ache and ache and ache
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| So Father, if it’s possible, let this cup pass me by
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| But if it can’t without my drinking it, then thy will be done |