| So easy to forget
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| Remove from consciousness
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| All instances
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| That used to be significant
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| I never thought those things
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| Would have such meaning
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| Until he asked me to
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| Give them back
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| What will survive of me
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| A cardboard box with thoughts inside
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| What will survive of me
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| My little escapes from real life
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| What will survive
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| And what will I take
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| To the land of endless ones
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| If I sever the past
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| It will be so dark here
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| We want to be loved
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| Loved for what we are
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| We want to be saved
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| But our final truth depends on time
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| So what will survive of me
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| A cardboard box with thoughts inside
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| What will survive of me
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| My little escapes from real life
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| What will survive
|
| And what will I take
|
| To the land of the endless ones
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| If I sever the past
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| It will be so dark here
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| When I met The Ferryman
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| He smiled to me
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| Could swear I saw this smile before
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| «You have to choose» — he said
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| «And then you may return
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| You’ll get another chance to revive
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| If you decide to keep
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| Your memories from the past
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| By all else, you must be forgotten
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| If you let me take your mind
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| If you let me take your soul
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| In their hearts you’ll stay forever
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| Your choice
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| The time is now
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| At the crossroads of your afterlife
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| The part of you must be lost
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| Make up your mind
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| Choose the side
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| Pick the card
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| Throw the coin from your mouth
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| Cause the time is now
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| I’m calling you again
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| Let’s see what color
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| Your rising sun will have this time" |