| To be alive is to be awake
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| And I’ve barely opened my eyes
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| Now torn from existence at the yore of my day
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| So many stories left to tell
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| I erupted into life against all odds
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| Yet the thirst for it I could not quench
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| My desires they brought me out here
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| To do nothing more but to witness… the end
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| So scatter my ashes across the wildest of oceans
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| For I was to see it all
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| Having been born with zero temperance
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| No, I did not let myself be forced into submission
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| Always with hungry heart and open mind
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| But I would do it yet again, yeah
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| And go out with a grin on my face
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| My friends carry me to the pyre
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| This bonfire lit only for me
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| I have come to terms with the world
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| To be able to see the curtains fall
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| Celebrate the infinite passion
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| By which this fate was set in motion
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| Once kindled by discontent
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| And my feet start moving on their own
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| So scatter my ashes throughout the lushest of forests
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| For I was to see it all
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| Having been born with zero temperance
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| So scatter my ashes atop the highest of mountains
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| For I was to see it all
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| Having been born with zero temperance |