I was in another mood
and I only wished, to talk with you.
I was trying to tell you that,
that I need you more than I can say.
Dont'cha worry sweet angel.
It'll all be over soon.
I'm too weak to fight, too week to care;
And it's a secret anyway.
It's been a dream, a real gas,
and I bid you all, goodnight.
They may take me down this hall,
and hopefully I'll tune out soon.
I want to, in my suit,
bid you all a farewell.
I'm so tired, Lord knows I tried.
I hope that you will find-

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