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The death that calls me,
Calls us all,
Face your self,
Not your average Ralph.
Why, Lord why?
Why are we waiting?
Tell my how,
Dont let me bow.
I wish you could see me now,
Saving all our cows.
No not really. I dont see why we would...
So life is basicly like this lord,
We live to work,
And then we die.
You want us to work even harder to make it to heaven,
But why even try?
I hear that party is tough to get into.
Death is like scrabble,
You dont want to,
But you just gotta play it.
Its all a game.
So tell my why lord, tell me why.
Why do we live to die?
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Love may make you blind kid, but I wouldn't mind at all.-b***h of a Living
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