| There’s something pretending
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| Keeps following our whole life
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| There are some things descending
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| Into the deepest abyss of our minds
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| Near to far and skin to scar
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| Rise and descend — where life begins and ends
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| There are some ones defending
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| Keep fighting all their lives
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| There’s something avenging
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| For things we don’t even know this time
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| Like an everlasting slide
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| To the day we die
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| It’s a raindrop we call life
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| Downward all the time
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| There’s something pretending
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| No face, just a hilarious disguise
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| There’s nothing ascending
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| From the depths where we’re all going to die
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| Like an everlasting slide
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| To the day we die
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| It’s a raindrop we call life
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| Downward all the time
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| So we cry it out
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| Smash it to the ground
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| This seems to be just like adams fall
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| So we cry it out
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| Scream and shriek and shout
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| It makes no change to it after all
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| Like an everlasting slide
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| To the day we die
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| It’s a raindrop we call life
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| Downward all the time |