| Waiting, waiting, waiting for true life to start
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| Mistaking exertion for effort, depression for art
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| It’s not dying, but missing the whole point of life that I fear
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| Mistaking talent for work and the hours for years
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| Why must we die, when it feels like life just started?
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| Why even try, if we all end up broken-hearted?
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| When my life began, I thought that everything would last forever
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| Now I'm too old to pretend
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| There’s not a thing I won’t miss about life, but a lot to regret
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| The imprint I leave behind will be quick to reset
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| Why must we die, when it feels like life just started?
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| Why even try, if we all end up broken-hearted?
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| When my life began, I thought that everything would last forever
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| Now I'm too old to pretend
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| I won’t go quietly into the night
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| Not when our life together just got started
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| Fight the dying light
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| Even if we’re shot down broken-hearted
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| Thunder and fire at will
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| Storm the hills, be swift and keen on ascent
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| Now take my hand and pretend
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| We don’t want this to end |