As my life has run its course,
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and my words have lost their soul.
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Sighing heavy with remorse,
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for the things I put on hold.
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And when my name is carved in stone,
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and when my thoughts are not my own,
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and when my children leave my home,
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and then IĄŻm all alone!
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All the rights that have gone wrong,
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will engrave me on this earth.
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I will sing a thousand songs,
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just to know that IĄŻve been heard.
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And as my days turn into nights,
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IĄŻll lose my grip and lose my sight.
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And when IĄŻm looking towards the light,
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IĄŻll know IĄŻve fought my fight!
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I will go, but will not be forgotten.
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All these sins and nothingĄŻs been sinking in!
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As my life is flashing by,
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not a chance to close my eyes!
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Closer
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closer
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closing...down.
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And when my friends all move away,
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my hair will fall and turn to gray.
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And when IĄŻm lost without a home,
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and then IĄŻm all alone!
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All alone. Alone.
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When I am old.
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Run out of time
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when I die.
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Bloom
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| One True Thing |
