Lie half-alive in my hospital bed
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Or to some of you that may be half-dead
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I.V. machines running to my veins
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Man-made life restores my withered remains
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A mirror of sorts appears before my being
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My human end has come, that's all that I see
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Now that my soul it set free
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I'm classified dead now, it seems
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My destiny plunders on through
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I'm granted a room with a view
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Nurses and interns gathering at my side
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I try to yell at them, I haven't died
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As I project, my soul emerges from fear
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I soon remember all the reasons I'm here
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How strange, I thought that I could see myself
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A different light, sight, sound and smell
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A different experience, a new world
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Almost unhuman to me
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See them cart me away
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I venture to a new day
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Human inhibitions are gone
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Emotions are few
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I'd pass up any life
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For a room with a view
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Room With A View
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| Atheist |
