Follow, follow. Take what you¡¯re given, assume your final role.
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I¡¯m sorry my son, it¡¯s a world we¡¯ll never know.
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What is life? Who¡¯s to say what we are anyway?
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Some get lucky while others decay.
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But don¡¯t worry; someday we¡¯ll be there anyway.
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Yeah, then we¡¯ll be the same. I¡¯ll wait.
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Why do we have the time? I¡¯ll wait and you¡¯ll do the same.
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Who are all of these people? Six billion want the same thing.
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The fortunate ones? We all end up the same.
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What is life? It¡¯s a funny thing that you should ask;
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just a series of moments that pass
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with a pat on the back and a reason to laugh.
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Some things will never change.
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(There¡¯s no) way to find a better world,
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(There¡¯s no) where to go to make it easier,
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(There¡¯s no) changing now, what¡¯s done is done.
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Pain, at least it won¡¯t be very long.
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Who¡¯s to say what we are anyway?
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Some get lucky while others decay.
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But don¡¯t worry; someday we¡¯ll be dust anyways.
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Yeah, then we¡¯ll look the same. I¡¯ll wait.
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Status
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