| Lying down all alone
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| Our whole life passes before our eyes
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| Feeling like another clone
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| Our body is lying beneath grey skies
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| After our small lifetime
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| Pictures passing through our minds
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| Breathing now for one last time
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| The air we’re breathing only life reminds
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| A raindrop comes down and crashes the ground
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| Red roses that dying on our tombs will be found
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| Will there be at our funeral crowd
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| Our soul watches our body from above the ground
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| We’re livin' our lives and making plans
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| Not considering that can be squashed like cans
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| From birth to death there is not a big span
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| Like a cigarette burns and soon is done
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| As we are looking back in memories
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| Tinking of days that stigmatised us
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| Remenbering a lot of sceneries
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| Reactions that somehow suprised us
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| Now we’re approaching the end
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| For the first time feeling so cold and alone
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| Now that our being is goin' to transcend
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| The times has come to face our gravestone
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| Inapprenhensive we walk
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| Ignorring the ticking away of the clock
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| Reaching now the end of the dock
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| Thinking that our life is just a catwalk |