| Everyone I love is gonna die,
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| And I will die aswell.
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| Think about this before I sleep
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| and have since I was a child.
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| In my life, will I make a difference?
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| In my death, will I be missed?
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| Will I be granted some sort of afterlife,
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| Or will I just cease to exist?
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| This feeling makes me feel so naive.
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| I wish that I could just accept
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| I am sure (?) by the tendency
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| Of thoughts collected, but not kept.
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| And maybe I am still a stupid little boy,
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| Too weak to understand what will come.
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| I wanna find peace of mind
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| Maybe no mind is the answer to that conclusion (?)
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| Oh, I want to be a baby again,
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| Oh, I want pure thoughts in my head
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| Oh, I want to be a baby again,
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| Oh, I want pure thoughts in my head
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| Oh, I want to be a baby again,
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| Oh, I want to forget
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| Oh, I want to be a baby again,
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| Oh, I want pure thoughts in my head
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| Oh, I want to be a baby again,
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| Oh, I want to forget
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| Everyone I love is gonna die,
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| And I will die aswell.
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| Think about this before I sleep
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| and have since I was a child. |