| How did Camus really die that night? |
| Were they right? |
| When he died was it
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| really his time, or was it suicide?
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| And Holden Caulfield is a friend of mine. |
| We go drinking from time to time,
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| and I find it gets harder every time.
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| Three went down (But only two of them come up again)
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| The minimal is criminal but less is a sin
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| Though three went down (But only two of them come up again)
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| I’m not going to play if there ain’t no way I’ll win
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| Hemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life,
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| and I find it gets harder every time.
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| So he aimed the shotgun into the blue, placed his face in between the two,
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| and sighed: Here’s to Life!
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| Three went down (But only two of them come up again)
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| The minimal is criminal but less is a sin
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| Though three went down (But only two of them come up again)
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| I’m not going to play if there ain’t no way I’ll win
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| Hey there Salinger, what did you do? |
| Just when the world was looking to you to
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| write anything that meant anything, you told us you were through.
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| And it’s been years since you passed away, but I see no plaque,
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| and I see no grave and I can’t help believing that you wanted it that way.
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| And Vincent Van Gogh, why do you weep? |
| You were on your way to heaven but the
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| road was steep. |
| And who was there to break your fall? |
| We’re guilty, one and all.
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| And I don’t know much, but I do know this: with a golden heart comes a rebel
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| fist and every single soldier wasn’t fired, some have quit.
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| And it makes me sick when I think of it: all my heroes could not live with this
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| and I hope you rest in peace because with us you never did. |
| And K.D.
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| C, you were much too young and you changed my life but I draw the line at
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| suicide, so here’s to life! |