| The preaching invisible ghost
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| Tells me what I need the most
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| Thinking it knows where to go
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| Asking to blindly follow
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| A simple task that sounds so removed
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| Just be happy instead of consumed
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| To naive to know what’s right
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| You’re too young to take your own life
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| Don’t tell me to stay alive
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| You don’t know what it takes to survive
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| Maybe one day I can be revived
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| But don’t you tell me to stay alive
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| Think about the journey ahead
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| As you swiftly drift off to bed
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| Well it’s not really what they said
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| But the ideas that you’ve been fed
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| A simple task that sounds so removed
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| Just be happy instead of consumed
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| To naive to know what’s right
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| You’re too young to take your own life
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| Don’t tell me to stay alive
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| You don’t know what it takes to survive
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| Maybe one day I can be revived
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| But don’t you tell me to stay alive
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| A fragile mind coping with a steady unwind
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| People twice your age sentenced to a faulty design
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| But try to understand permanence, the nemesis of time
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| Just try to stay alive
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| Linger on instead
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| A broken record plays in your head
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| Mindsets must be taught
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| To void original thought
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| Don’t write me off
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| Cause my vacancy
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| Is a blank canvas
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| I can’t handle this
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| I can’t understand
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| The weight of my choices
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| My innocence is a blessing
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| And a curse
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| Too naive to know whats right
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| You’re too young to say goodbye
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| Don’t tell me to stay alive
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| You don’t know what it takes to survive
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| Maybe one day I can be revived
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| But don’t you tell me to stay alive
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| Lie, try, try, try, lie
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| Try to stay alive |