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Living for my death

A flower grows and sparkles
Reaching for the skyes
but it does not last for ever
it witters and it dies

At the corner of a street
a boy is standing crying
The world around is torn apart
and he has watched his mother dying

Can\'t you see that in this world
Living equals dying
It really doesn\'t matter
how hard you think you\'re trying

The baby sees the sun
Leaving all the darkness behind
The old man closes his eyes
There\'s nothing but darkness to find

I\'m living for my death
There\'s nothing you can do to stop me from dying
But you have to remember what\'s for now

I\'m alive and I\'m living
And I\'m living for my death

Aren\'t we all?




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Publicerad 2005-12-05 16:04



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