| I’m a dying man
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| In a ghost town
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| I just want to disappear already
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| And the souls I know
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| Are avoiding me
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| Cause they all know
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| That death changes everything
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| And I hope my true colors are bright
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| And I can light up this town
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| Or where ever I may end up
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| I hope there’s a heaven or something like it
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| Where ever I, where ever I am
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| Life has a funny way of coming into focus way too late
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| I’m seeing things clearly for the first time in a long time
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| It’s hard to appreciate
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| If this is death I’ll greet it warmly
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| Tell my friends not to mourn me
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| I’ll see them in the end
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| And I hope my true colors are bright
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| And I can light up this town
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| Or where ever I may end up
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| I hope there’s a heaven or something like it
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| Where ever I, where ever I am
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| Yeah I may be lost but I’m happy here
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| Or anywhere, anywhere really
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| Yeah I may be lost but I’m happy here
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| Or anywhere, anywhere really
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| Yeah I may be lost but I’m happy here
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| Or anywhere, anywhere
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| I hope my true colors are bright
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| And I can light up this town
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| Or where ever I may end up
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| I hope there’s a heaven or something like it
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| Where ever I, where ever I am
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| I hope my true colors are bright
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| And I can light up this town
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| Or where ever I may end up
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| I hope there’s a heaven or something like it
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| Where ever I, where ever I am |