| If it were the spring time then I’d plant a garden
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| But winter‘s lasting long all this year
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| Up in the old pine trees Spirits whisper of disease
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| They’re the lost kids hoping to be free
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| But we’re not the children of all of your failures
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| We are part of a grand design
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| We seek the light with such cold hesitation
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| A fire barely burning with no fight
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| Will you forget my name when I am in the grave?
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| Will we all die alone?
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| All the spirits in my room the same ones that visit you
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| Will we all die alone?
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| Do you remember when I saw you in your bed?
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| Or the stars in your eyes?
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| Or the look on my face when I saw my numbered days?
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| Will we all die alone?
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| Break forth O' morning give up all your glory
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| There’s more than the pain in our eyes
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| To all who are mourning death can’t complete the story
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| There’s got to be more to our lives
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| Will you remember our faces with eternal damnation?
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| Will we float from our graves to the sky?
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| Until then I’ll keep my eyes shut
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| I’m not afraid to die but
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| For when we face death after life
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| Will you remember our faces with eternal damnation?
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| Will we float from our graves to the sky?
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| Until then I’ll keep my eyes shut
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| I’m not afraid to die but
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| For when we face death after life |