| A young man, suffering from a disease, is afraid to die.
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| Knowing that the end is near, he asks to be guided towards death.
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| Sick in a white room
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| The disease is invading me The countdown has begun
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| My consciousness disappearing
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| Where is my way
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| Should I wait for my turn
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| I have to contemplate the world
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| A last time in my life
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| Then I cried again and I cried again
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| Running into the wind
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| Under the sun, fighting the pain inside of me Step by step my body’ll leave my brain
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| Running into the wind
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| Under the sun, crossing the edge turbulants of life
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| Time will not wait and my future feels so strange
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| Turning back to live once again
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| But I know
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| I’m condemned to die
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| I’m getting weaker
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| My heart’s feeling fragile
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| Lord you let me down
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| Please before I’m going on Be my guide
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| Step by step my body’ll leave my brain
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| Running into the wind
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| Under the sun, crossing the edge turbulants of life
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| Time will not wait and my future feels so strange
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| Turning back to live once again
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| But I know
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| Yes I know
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| Time will not wait and my future feels so strange
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| Turning back to live once again
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| But I know
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| I know |