I dropped my book
and then I saw a face
Her hair red
my feelings cold
I just can't feel anything any more
Funerals are for the living
But I can't quite die
I really love to go
But I miss music like this
And I would for ever wonder
If my life would be okay in the end
Come on, we all die in the end
But at times I want to die in the middle
But now, now I think it's the end

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