| Theres no stopping the coffin, i think about it often
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| So my imagination is what i seem to be lost in
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| Grinding like koston fucking miss fortune
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| I misplaced my glasses at the time she looked gorgeous
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| I know i can’t dodge what is cracked up to happen
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| I realize the odds and the facts as a fashion
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| Of life, but look at how it dresses you
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| I am impressed that the stress doesn’t get to you
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| But suffice it to say love is everything
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| And it’s really quite simple at the end of the day
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| To think i really might miss you if you weren’t the way
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| I use the thought of you to push me to a positive play
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| A fire burns in me that urges me to be blind to urgency
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| I refine the currency that defines my current scene
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| No need to compromise time
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| For what it’s worth i would give you all of mine
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| The greatest gift and it’s far from material
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| Even after burial your love will be ethereal
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| For cereal, king of my own fate imperial
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| Chrome plates appear to you, so great to hear from you
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| Uhh
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| And i wouldn’t change a moment
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| I float upon a purple potion the size of an ocean
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| Devotion, i never knew the word until you closed in
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| I’m going to implosion sang a portion of my soul strings
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| We don’t know what happens when we die
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| We don’t know the reason for the sky
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| Yet here are you & i, my what a surprise
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| Connected by an intangible, invisible eye
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| You are the catalyst that catapults protagonist
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| To contemplate his exodus from tenuous agenda twists
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| I stand upon a precipice of excellence
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| And overlook the evidence of man-kinds endlessness
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| But we never factored in our negligence
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| Pretentiousness; | 
| everything we know will have an end in this
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| Even the sun will burst into flames
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| And that’s okay |