| I wonder if these minutes were my last
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| If I should choose to feast or start to fast
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| Would I pray or would I curse
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| Hope for good or something worse?
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| What emotion would I feel?
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| Would I run or would I kneel?
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| Time is winding down but only for this life
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| I want to be found enjoying the next life
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| I see leaves and they are starting to turn brown
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| But they’ll be green and growing when the second season comes around
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| The strongest will expire just the same
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| The quick will fall exactly like the lame
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| I’ll do nothing at the most
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| To keep from giving up the ghost
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| Try to make my shoulders broad
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| But I am helpless without God
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| Time is winding down but only for this life
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| I want to be found enjoying the next life
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| I see leaves and they are starting to turn brown
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| They’ll be green and growing when the second season comes around
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| I may try to grip control
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| But when for me shall this bell toll?
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| If the answer is to bow
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| To him that makes how soon is now
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| Time is winding down but only for this life
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| I want to be found enjoying the next life
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| I see leaves and they are starting to turn brown
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| They’ll be green and growing when the second season comes around |