| I need to treasure every minute
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| The fact that I’m here and I’m living within it
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| Sometimes I feel like the pace of my life’s too fast
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| And I think about the time that’s passed
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| I can’t remember what happened yesterday
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| The day before, or anything, at any rate, anyway
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| I think what I’m trying to say is
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| I don’t wanna live a life like this
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| What happens when it all goes black
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| And I’m lying there dying and I’m trying to think back
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| And I can’t seem to conjure up anything
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| And the fear consumes me as they start to lose me
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| What happens when it all goes black
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| And I’m lying there dying and I’m trying to think back
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| And I can’t seem to conjure up anything
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| No, because I haven’t done anything
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| I feel like I’ve lead a pretty happy life
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| Then how come all I can remember is the strife
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| Fear comes and it takes its hold
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| And I’m afraid of getting old
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| And then suddenly I need a way out
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| Because I can’t just let my memories fade in and fade out
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| I need something new
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| But I’m stuck with what to do |