| I know that you believe that nothing’s waiting when you die
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| And God knows that I agree the suffering is left behind
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| To those who’ll miss you when you’re gone
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| To those who’ll listen to your songs on repeat
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| I know that you believe you’ve fit a lot into this life
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| And God knows that I agree there’s those worse off than you and I
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| But you’re really far too young
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| For me to write this kind of song for you
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| I ask if you are scared
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| You say you feel prepared
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| And anyway someday don’t we all die?
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| I’ll say it isn’t fair
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| You’ll say it isn’t fair
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| And I hate that I have to say goodbye
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| But I won’t forget you, so don’t forget that
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| And I will rmember to nevr forget what I have
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| And I will be present, 'cause this life is precious
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| You taught me that
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| I know that you are grateful and somehow see it as a gift
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| To know your time is running out and to make the most of it
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| And I know that you’ve found happiness
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| In all these little things somehow
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| The world will keep on spinning and our lives will just go on
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| New memories will be made even though you’ll be gone
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| And this lump stuck in my throat will eventually go away
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| I ask if you are scared
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| You say you feel prepared
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| And anyway someday don’t we all die?
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| I’ll say it isn’t fair
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| You’ll say it isn’t fair
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| And I hate that I have to say goodbye
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| But I won’t forget you, so don’t forget that
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| And I will remember to never forget what I have
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| And I will be present, 'cause this life is precious
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| You taught me that
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| I know that you believe there’s nothing waiting when you die
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| But I have to disagree, I’ll see you when the time is right
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| We always said we’d write a song
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| And who’d have known that all along it would be this |