we are born then we start to experience...
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with experience we begin to age
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we grow old
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we look back into our days growing up
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then we die
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i wonder what it would feel like to die with someone
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or at least something other than yourself
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when the light in your eyes burn out
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and you are looking at your life expeditions in rewind...
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how many times did you go out
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on a limb to to try and prove
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what you truly wanted to accomplish
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(think about that and remember this)
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we are born alone
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and we leave this world alone
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so grab hold of your life and run it dry
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live life at your fullest capacity
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leave no stone unturned
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so when its your time to pass
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the term regret will bear no consequence
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risks will make it all work it
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this will make it all worth it
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From Cradle To Grave
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Glasseater |