And you finally accept,
That your body will die far, far before,
Your brain would like to let,
The world starts slipping by,
'Cause there is far, far more you'd like to do,
So people remember,
What's it like without you,
For heaven forbid you don't leave your mark,
Because everyone thinks,
It's a far, far better thing that I do,
And everyone else stinks,
But it must be,
A land far, far away,
Where everyone is given equal rights,
And given the chance to have to express their say!
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